With an imposing look, Fang Qingzhou leapt down from his stone pillar, measuring up Qin Feng with his eyes. He scorned, "To think you actually managed to break through! Your abilities have indeed improved!"
Qin Feng scanned the crowd for the lone Jiang Xueqing, his gaze resolute. He had promised that he would use the honor of the title "Gold King" to become engaged to her. He had trained diligently for the past month, with excellent results.
With a slight nod, Qin Feng took his stance, "Come at me, Brother Fang, the title Gold King belongs to me!"
"You are not worthy!" Fang Qingzhou scolded. How could he let somebody take away what was rightfully his?
"Continuous Eight Trigram Finger!" Fang Qingzhou's body moved as weightlessly as a shadow, speedily advancing towards Qin Feng.
