Let You Have the First Three Moves

"Junior Brother Han, do you dare battle me?" Zhang Long asked calmly.

He had indeed received a piece of high-grade Godly metal from Gan Shiyun, but this was not the reason that he was willing to move—he was willing to move because he enjoyed trampling over the pride of geniuses, and the more of a genius they were, the happier he was.

Ling Han stood up, and said, "Since you are asking to be defeated, I will naturally oblige!"

How boastful this guy was!

They hadn't even battled yet, and he already thought that he would win. Wasn't he afraid that he would be smacked in the face by reality if he went too far and was too confident in his words?

Zhang Long's expression darkened, and said, "I entered the sect 900 years before you did, so you should respectfully address me as senior brother!"