Constantine was anxious to pit himself against the strongest. For Xuayuan Shishi, though, it looked like just another encounter. He grinned at his foe with a congenial smile and engaged in some light warmups. He looked like he was preparing for a foot race.
“Please. Give it all you’ve got!” Constantine’s low voice called over as he offered a nod to his opponent.
Shishi smiled back. “We’ll have to see if you can handle it.”
On the VIP platform.
Mo Xiao turned halfway in her seat to look at the Terminator. “Your Majesty, who do you suspect will win this next fight?”
“Mm, tough to say,” he growled. “Xuanyuan Shishi did not show us his full power yesterday. It’s difficult to know how strong he really is. Constantine is also an amazing talent, and I’m sure he has some secrets of his own. In the end, I’d say there’s a fifty-fifty chance for both of them.
She blinked in surprise. “Shishi is that much of a threat?”
