Rise of the King

Zhao Hao slowly withdrew his right hand. His movements had to be slow, his expression had to be in place, his eyes, and the most important thing was his eyes. He had to show some arrogance and some regret.

"You're very strong, but..."

"But I'm not strong enough."

The opponent who had been knocked off the stage by Zhao Hao's punch received a healing spell that fell from the high platform. In an instant, his condition returned to full. 

"No, you were born in the wrong era. Being born in the same era as me is destined to be your tragedy!"

The moment these words were said, even Lin Xuan, who was in a trance, couldn't help but snap back to his senses. He looked at Zhao Hao on the stage. The first impression this fellow gave him wasn't arrogance. What exactly had he experienced these past few days?! Was that confidence?!

The smiling blade had a dark expression on his face as he returned to his seat without saying a word.