"Han Di!" On the spectators' seats, cheers erupted like thunder
"Hehe, has this person eaten the courage of a Saint? He actually dares to challenge Han Di?" Mi Qingdie scoffed. She was presently passionately courting Han Di, but it was a shame that Han Di paid her no regard at all.
"You have an exaggerated opinion of your own abilities!" Wan Yulong said with a smile. He was a descendant of the Nine Palace Venerate. He was one of the top-notch second-generation young masters.
"How many strikes do you think Han Di needs to deal with him?" Sha Tianlei asked. He was the descendant of the Ice Silkworm Venerate.
"At most, three moves," Wan Yulong said.
"Hehe, I'll relax it a bit, ten moves," Gongyang Bo said. He was Brahman Sea Bodhisattva's little disciple.
"One strike." Mi Qingdie was brimming with confidence in Han Di.
"Little Lord Wolf, what do you think?" Wan Yulong looked towards Zuwa An.