Du Gang stood there, bathed in blood, turned his head towards the seven people at a distance, revealing a faint smile.
"Who will fight me?"
His blood thirsty eyes moved freely, if not for his steadfastness, anyone who gets stared at in such a manner would surely crumble instantaneously.
Those present who could obtain the title of the strongest naturally possessed an unwavering determination and were not affected.
Listening to Du Gang's voice, a man holding a spear was slightly moved because he too was a spear user.
At this time, Ba Dao took the initiative to step forward, laughed and said, "Blood Armor Gold Spear, let the two of us fight!"
"Half a month ago, we were supposed to have a fight, but we missed it because it was too early, now it's time to make up for that battle!"
Hearing that these two had met before, the spearman paused in his steps and looked at the others, saying, "Who will fight me?"
"Me!"
Soon, a man wielding two knives also stood up.
