Casio took a long, deep look before finally sitting down.
"Chances are we'll be bumping into the Black Crane Stream this time. Let's teach them a lesson when the time comes," Moses next to Casio said, a slight cold smile appearing on his muscular face.
"Of course," Casio shifted his gaze.
"Let me take advantage of this hiatus to tell you about several noteworthy opponents in the North Flow County Exchange Tournament," Heige suddenly said from the side. "Firstly, there is the Black Crane Stream we just discussed. Its power is comparable to our Wind Elephant Gate. They are adept with Crane Hand, attacking with extreme speed and potent fingertip strikes. You should exercise caution."
"Secondly, the Golden Rock Fist." Heige gestured at a position at their oblique back, and Casio glanced over.
Totaling five strongmen, their skin bronzed, their muscles impressively strong. Three of them are bald, just like Moses.
