Wu Hongqiu's eyes slightly hardened as he rubbed his handkerchief to and fro in his hands, lost in thought.
The drizzle continued...
The cold sweat on Ding Liping's body was masked by the rainwater, his facial expression had already intensified to the extreme, and the murderous intent between his brows had completely disintegrated, leaving no trace of his ferocity.
At this moment, he had only one thought, which was to concede directly.
But with Peng Haolin and many other clan heirs watching, he had no chance to surrender and had to fight despite himself.
"What are you waiting for?"
Suddenly, Fang Zhixing asked calmly, indicating that he should hurry up and attack.
"Gurgle~"
Ding Liping's Adam's apple bobbled as he swallowed his saliva, his eyes showing a plea for mercy. He responded, "Master Fang, as the challenger, it is only right for you to make the first move."