Liu Yuhu sneered at Wang Han from across the area, and Wang Han flipped him off without a second thought.
The spectators were buzzing with discussion.
"There's no doubt that guy's strength puts him in the top ten. What a pity, though—he had terrible luck and ran into Young Master Shen ahead of time!"
"Lasting three minutes is already quite an achievement!"
"I'm afraid the Dragon Suppressing Pavilion only has Wang Han left now!"
Shen Haobo unleashed another frenzied attack on Xiang Feng, landing a whipping kick that sent Xiang Feng flying to the edge of the arena.
"I've seen plenty of your kind—always trying to win some face for your little sect, but in the end, you don't get any face, and you practically risk half your life into the bargain."
"What's your sect called again? Dragon Suppressing Pavilion, right? Just a trash sect long since eliminated by the stage of history. What are you even fighting for?"
Xiang Feng stood at the edge of the arena.
He straightened his disheveled clothes.
Turning his profile to his opponent, he said:
"You can stop me from looking cool, but you cannot defile the Dragon Suppressing Pavilion!"
Chapter 147