This guy is a battle enthusiast.
This guy has made battle predictions.
This guy really believes in fate, almost as much as the Little Fairy Maiden does.
This guy wants to be hit.
No no no, there's no need for this beating.
"No, I think you've misunderstood the revelation of fate," Yu Liang denied, "You're right that I'm about to fight a group of formidable rivals, and your arrival at this time suggests that fate means for you to assist me against the strong opponents, not to fight against me."
"Ah?" The prophet let out a puzzled sound, he couldn't quite understand, but listening to the writer's words, it seemed to make a lot of sense.
Wait a second, there is a way to determine what fate's hint is, and that's to see if there's a thrilling battle waiting for oneself!
"Exactly, it's about these two days. If you really want to fight, you might as well wait for me a bit; our side-by-side battle will start soon," Yu Liang held out his hand.
