"No problem," Li Ziming rubbed his hands together eagerly, "Being able to make the top three, my journey here is not in vain."
As soon as his voice fell, the other party sprang forward, covering a hundred meters in a step. It took just three steps to meet with Jiang Wudao and others who were rushing this way.
"Li Ziming?"
Jiang Wudao narrowed his eyes. He didn't get along well with this guy.
Or rather, all individuals with a steady spirit and life force at 10 tend to have a rather intense competitive relationship with each other, with some who don't have a good relationship even avoiding each other like the plague.
"Yo! Jiang Wudao!" Li Ziming greeted him with a big smile, then with a wave around his body, his spirit materialized, and a snow-white wolfhound took shape, pouncing towards the other party.
Fist intent!
Canine Fist!
This was Li Ziming's fist intent.
