In mid-air, the blasted firebird suddenly extinguished. Its fire vanished into thin air. Su Luo crashed on the ground, a trickle of fresh blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Zhou Tuo spoke indifferently: "You're good! A good warm-up! Pity, you're still too weak!"
Then he said, "Who else dares to come to the stage! Could it be that you self-proclaimed geniuses are inferior to a woman?"
Lu Qingshan also said: "Whoever can defeat Zhou Tuo will be rewarded!"
"Junior Brother Jiang?" Liu Jie looked towards Jiang Yuan.
Jiang Yuan nodded, accepting the long sword from Shu Xiaoxiao's hand, and then walked step by step towards the ring.
As he moved, someone instantly shouted: "Look, Jiang Yuan is going!"
Another person also excitedly said: "I hope he wasn't boasting earlier. Only if he can defeat Su Luo will he have a chance against him!"
"Yes! I hope so!"
Everyone began nodding in agreement.