On the field.
Han Fei stood proudly with his long knife floating by his feet. He looked at Chu Mo who was walking over slowly with a solemn expression.
The latter said in a deep voice, "Are you good at close-range combat? Why don't we fight in close-range combat?"
Chu Mo opened his hands and clenched them into fists, making cracking sounds. A pair of boxing gloves appeared on his hands, and the scales on his body gradually began to glow red.
Han Fei said indifferently, "Okay!"
Many spectators who were about to leave immediately stopped when they heard this. If a king fought in close-range combat, it seemed worth watching.
Just now, when Han Fei killed Lin Qijun in two rounds, the speed was too fast. Except for the Sea Establishers, the Venerables could only see the scene of them colliding.
