Wu Zimo calmly gazed at Wu Zidao, observing his demeanor with a composed expression. Wu Zidao, renowned for his extraordinary power, had always exhibited exceptional cultivation speed, surpassing even those from the prestigious Bai family. Consequently, it came as no surprise that he possessed such unwavering confidence, boldly voicing his anticipated victory even before the competition commenced.
However, the present circumstances presented a different picture.
Before him stood Wu Zidao, consumed by an excessive arrogance that caused him to overestimate his own abilities. What made him believe that triumph was assured?
"Wu Zidao, the competition is yet to begin. How can you claim to know the outcome?" Wu Zimo uttered with solemnity, his voice carrying an air of gravity.
