"What a pity," thought Meng Hao. "I was only able to identify Mo Li and old devil Wang. There was no way to figure out who Yan Song and Li Tao are."
"Grandmaster Meng," said rank 7 Dragoneer Mo Zi coolly, "you need to be careful. This is a battle of life and death. When the time comes, hopefully you'll have enough time to say the word 'forfeit.'" He passed by Meng Hao, glaring at him with a sinister expression.
Next to him was Mo Fang, who looked at Meng Hao with a look of deep fury and the clear desire to kill.
As the father and son shot past him into the golden shield, Meng Hao's expression was calm. Of course, that was the nature of Meng Hao's personality; the calmer he looked, the more likely he was to kill.
Considering his opponents had bared their fangs, then as far as Meng Hao was concerned, it was time to break those fangs!
