Shen Wanjun's face was as hard as iron as he stood there. His expression was as unchanging as the stone statue of the Buddha. The hot air around him seemed to have no effect on him at all.
&Nbsp; Zhao Hai was standing in front of him, still dressed as a Death Knight. He sat on the back of Iron Tiger, lifted his mask, and looked at Shen Wanjun.
Shen Wanjun did not say a word, as if language was unnecessary to him. Zhao Hai did not speak today either. He just looked at Shen Wanjun.
The two of them stared at each other. The audience was amused, but no one could laugh because many of them knew Shen Wanjun's strength. They also knew Zhao Hai's strength. Although they thought that Shen Wanjun had a higher chance of winning, they also thought that Zhao Hai had the strength to fight back. This battle was destined to be a fierce one.
