Ling Han smiled and said, "Coincidentally, I haven't been able to encounter someone that can withstand a single blow from me either. How many strikes can you block?"
In a tit-for-tat confrontation, not the slightest bit of aura was lost.
On the spectators' seats, everyone's blood was boiling, and their passion was also beginning to burn.
Actually, what was so interesting about a one-sided battle? Only a battle between equals would be exciting.
"Come, let's go all out in battle. I'm still waiting to see someone eat a chair," Ling Han said.
On the spectators' seats, Qi Suifeng's face was as black as ink, and he was incomparably driven mad. He really wanted to charge into the arena and battle Ling Han. However, to say nothing of the rules, even if he was allowed to enter the arena, he would not do so either.
What would he do there? Asking for a beating?