The crowd cheered on; the match was about to begin.
Mo Xingyi smiled, "Lin Tian, you are half a step into condensing the mirror, and so am I. As the young master of the Shenxing Gate, I've braved through many storms and faced countless duels. Boasting below the condensed mirror, I reign supreme!"
Lin Tian responded, "Whether you are the king below the condensed mirror, only a fight will tell. It's too soon to conclude now as the battle hasn't started yet. Make your move!"
He clenched his fists, quietly waiting for Mo Xingyi to make a move.
Unexpectedly, Mo Xingyi didn't even clench his fists; he just stood there, seemingly quite at ease.
He laughed, "I consider myself stronger than you. I'll strike first, fearing you won't withstand even a single blow. I'll let you make three moves, so when you lose, you'll be utterly convinced."
"Arrogant." Lin Tian sighed lightly, "Then I won't be polite, watch closely."
