"Come on, I want to see what makes you so arrogant." Xiong Ba roared back, but a sneer was hidden in his heart, thinking the trap was set and the kid was done for.
Both were determined to win, heading straight to the center of the square for the second duel to begin.
The surrounding crowd got even more excited about the second fight.
"Damn, damn, is this for real? There's more to the show!"
"Level 15 against Level 29, that kid's a bit too cocky."
"I'm telling you, he might actually win. That movement technique is too bugged, it's simply uncounterable."
"Win, my ass. The level difference is double; it's impossible to fight."
"I bet on Xiong Ba to win, who wants to bet against me?"
"Damn, only a fool would bet with you."
"Go Feng! Keep it up!"
At that moment, Xiong Ba had already arrived in the arena, with the members of the World Association cheering him on.
"Boss, kill that kid and avenge Yun."
"Go, Boss, show him how tough we are at the World Association."
