"Wang Teng is quite bold!"
"He's still too young and impulsive." Xia Xin shook his head. "I'm afraid he's going to lose, and it will be an embarrassing defeat."
"Maybe not," Ji Feiyun said.
"President, do you think he has a chance of winning?" Xia Xin asked in surprise.
"I can only say that it's possible. Wang Teng doesn't look like a brainless person," Ji Feiyun said.
…
On the Qingyan Society's spacecraft, Feng Qingyan furrowed his brows and then burst into a chuckle. "Interesting. He was even more arrogant than me when I was young."
On the Witch Tower Alliance's spacecraft, the leader of the alliance, Wu Ming, reclined on the sofa with his legs crossed. He twirled the wine glass in his hand as he observed the situation below. A smile appeared at the edge of his lips.
Wang Teng walked up the arena and stood opposite the Feng Yun Alliance.
Tension hung in the air!
