The moment the tournament on the stage ended, the young man beside the woman who was hit by Xu Gang gritted his teeth and jumped on the stage.
It seems like he's not going to win, but it doesn't matter, he can't back down, he needs to go for it.
The young man struggled internally, but his gaze towards Xu Gang was as steady as a sniper calmly staring at his prey.
"Interesting, you dare to come at me after seeing my last move, it means you've got some tricks up your sleeve," Xu Gang said, glancing at the calm young man in front of him.
Ji Muhua was watching the youth with an odd expression from under the stage.
He knew the boy's capabilities very well, estimating he would only last three moves against Xu Gang.
The only commendable thing was the youth's calm demeanor which was somewhat master-like.
"If I was afraid to move forward even for a match, then my Dao heart is indeed fragile," the youth calmly said, a spiritual sword appearing in his hand.
