"No more?"
Su Ping's cold voice echoed in the stadium.
He stood on the spacious stage, with all eyes on him, and him looking down on the audience from that height.
He looked at titled battle pet warriors disdainfully out of the corner of his eye.
The average titled battle pet warriors would look away when his look landed on them, afraid to make eye contact with Su Ping.
Only a few remained calm, as if not minding Su Ping's cry of arrogance.
"Brother Leng, this friend of yours…"
God of Earth and God of Blood were surprised that Su Ping had turned out to be such a wild young man. They would have treated him as a joke if he had no tangible abilities. But they had witnessed with their own eyes how incredible Su Ping was. He definitely had strength equal to the peak of the titled rank!
Also, Su Ping might be a practitioner of physical arts!
God of Earth and God of Blood were itchy to have a try.
