"I'm also looking forward to the next match."
"Good luck, then."
They bumped fists with each other, smiled at each other, and slowly backed away.
Du~
"Let the match begin!"
With a sharp sound, the National Finals of the Haidilao cup officially began.
Zhao hongxin didn't rely on his fast speed to attack first. He carefully circulated his zhenqi, and the energy in his body surged, covering him in a thick layer of stellar energy.
Although it was scattered and not condensed, unlike the astral Qi manifestation of high-level Chinese martial artists, which could resist magic, it was not a problem to weaken the power of magic by half.
Looking at Zhao hongxin walking around him, looking for a flaw, Li Rui couldn't help but laugh in his heart.
Previously, my speed was indeed lacking, but you don't have to look down on me like this, right?
With a whoosh, Li Rui's figure disappeared from the spot and instantly appeared in front of Zhao hongxin.
"Fuck!"
