"With your words, I am fully confident about winning the Martial Arts tournament."
Qi Yuan responded.
After all, as the saying goes, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers among the people.
What if there were tigers and dragons among the martial artists?
He wasn't afraid of ordinary tigers or dragons, but if there came a dragon comparable to the Sun God, then he'd be done for.
Big Beard glanced at Kuang Huan with a puzzled look in his heart.
In his eyes, Qi Yuan, with a single sword strike that killed that terrifying beast, was akin to a deity.
A deity attending a Martial Arts tournament in the Mortal World, that's... playing with the mortals.
Big Beard looked at the military camp that had turned into ruins, feeling a sense of irony in his heart.
This camp was guarded by more than three thousand soldiers.
They had all kinds of weapons.
They even had fighter jets at their disposal.
Now, everything had been reduced to rubble.
