Zhao Luo got up while looking at the anger on the face of Wu Yang whose eyes had this shine of seriousness gleaming inside them.
"You think it's just a spar?"
Wu Yang asked Zhao Luo as he felt angrier while looking at the submissive Zhao Luo.
His face was getting twisted because of his mood that was controlling his expression.
"Do you intend to defeat me by only defeating?"
Wu Yang, as he walked towards Zhao Luo while looking directly into his eyes, the ring tiles under his feet would deform before he even stepped on them.
'Crack.'
Each of his steps would crush the deformed tiles into small pieces.
"Attack or Lose!!!"
Wu Yang stopped right in front of Zhao Luo.
There was only an inch of air between them.
Wu Yang was giving out a challenge to Zhao Luo.
He also told the result, that is, if their fight continued like this, Zhao Luo will lose.
