Titter—
A lump of frightening spiritual energy passed through the fishing rod into the fishing line and arrived at the fishhook!
Suddenly, the fishhook was shining with an astonishing sharp light. It sliced open the wind from the palm and with the momentum of a thunderbolt, it hooked onto Zhen Shicheng.
Rong Hanming flicked his wrist and raised his fishing rod lightly. Zhen Shicheng then became like a fish and he was tossed out of the arena onto the auditorium.
Puff—
Zhen Shicheng spit out blood on the spot and he gasped with astonishment.
In the previous year, he could withstand five moves from Rong Hanming. However, at the current year, he could only withstand three moves!
Rong Hanming kept his fishing rod indifferently. "With just you alone, you have no rights to shatter the myths of the Three Unmatched Holy Kings!"
After his speech, he shot his gaze toward Yao Hong and Long Fan with an overwhelming intention to fight them.
