Bab 1253: The Cocky White-Haired Bu Fang

It never occurred to the White Tiger that Bu Fang would choose him. When Bu Fang was in the Heaven and Earth Farmland, he didn't even let him go out for some fresh air.

'Does the Host know what I'm capable of? Does he know the consequences of being possessed by me? How dare he let me possess him without knowing anything?'

The White Tiger lay prone in a corner with a look of doubt in his eyes. However, since Bu Fang had chosen him, he would not refuse. As an Artifact Spirit, he also desired to go out and get some fresh air. He had not gone out for a long time since the previous host died.

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The whole audience was in an uproar. They were completely shocked by what happened in the arena. The little chef from the Immortal Cooking Realm had blocked the punch thrown by the Vajra Realm Little Saint with his bare hand. How could he possibly do that? He didn't even use his mighty arm as he did in the last match. The counterintuitive situation baffled them.