"Would your grandpa Xuande be scared of you?"
Xuande was not the type to admit defeat easily, as the True Yuan Force surged from within his body, no less powerful than Wudao Ye.
This took Wudao Ye by surprise, as he clearly hadn't expected the little fatty before him, whose mouth was sharp enough, to possess a strength not inferior to his own.
Even if their strength was equal, what of it? If he didn't give the man before him a good thrashing, he wouldn't be living up to his nickname as the little overlord.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Despite Xuande's slight bulkiness, his movements were quite agile. As the two exchanged punches and kicks, their True Yuan Force intertwined and surged fiercely.
The clash was undeniable, and within a short period of contact, they had each weighed the other's measure.
"Fatso! You still staring at me!!!"
"Your grandpa Xuande just likes staring at you, you scoundrel. What's it to you if I stare, will you lose a piece of meat?"
