If strength determined the place where a person stood in the world, then temperament, especially the temperament of an expert, was a necessary condition to ensure that a person could become a true expert.
Xuanyuan Po probably did not know that he had already embarked on the path of an expert that he had always dreamed of.
He slowly walked up the stairs and stood in the arena. With a flip of his wrist, Xuanyuan Po took out his long sword from his interspatial ring and raised it. The tip of the sword was pointed at Cadgar. His thick eyebrows were as sharp as blades, and his eyes were overflowing with dense Warpath. "Cadgar, all these years, all the disrespect and insults you've given me will be washed away with your blood today!"
