Huang Da felt somewhat disinterested.
After hearing that Yang Fei was nothing but the dregs at the Mingjin Earth Grade, he completely lost interest in tonight's arena battle.
A good hunter's prey must inevitably be fierce and ferocious beasts like lions and tigers.
And a true powerhouse is only interested in real masters.
Qiu Yidao and Sun Weiren exchanged glances, with Qiu Yidao's face growing even uglier.
Sun Weiren, however, curled the corner of his mouth downward, a vicious intent evident on his face.
The stronger Huang Da was, the more miserably Yang Fei would die, and the more satisfied Sun Weiren would feel in his heart.
Sun Weiren poured a cup of tea for Huang Da and personally delivered it in front of him.
He said with a beaming smile, "The master is unbeatable, and Yang Fei is like an ant, weak and insignificant in the master's hands."