Finally, the grand finale of the Fighting God Championship began.
Duanmu Huai stood on the Duel Arena facing the man in front of him, who was wearing sunglasses. The latter was staring back at Duanmu Huai before he started to speak.
"Where is your armor set?"
"Why do you ask?"
Hearing the question from the man in sunglasses, Duanmu Huai raised an eyebrow and asked in return. The man in sunglasses merely smirked.
"No reason, I'm just kindly reminding you that if you used that armor set while fighting me, you might last longer."
"You're quite confident, but do you have the skills to back it up?"
A glint of frost flickered through Duanmu Huai's eyes, as the other party spread his hands.
"Just a suggestion... of course, if you're not interested, that's fine too... Let me show you my strength. Maybe it will change your mind."