The Hound’s Bellow

On the stage.

Liu Qingfeng was a statuesque young man wearing a blue shirt. He frowned as he heard the noise. A glint of coldness and contempt rose in his eyes.

"He's courting death!"

A person standing next to Liu Qingfeng grinned. "Qingfeng, I don't think that kid is willing to admit that you beat him. Lucky you. It'll be smooth sailing as you secure your place in the Top 10."

The Top 10 winners could only be challenged a single time. Once they successfully defended their place, they would remain among the Top 10. Therefore, the challengers had to make the most of it. Of course, most challengers would have worries, unless they were extremely confident about themselves.

"Hmm."

Liu Qingfeng snorted.

Beating the same guy twice in a row would deprive him of the sense of achievement. Of course, this time, he would teach Xu Kuang a good lesson so that he learned what humiliation truly meant!

"Challenge Liu Qingfeng?!"