In an empty desert within the Canopy Great Country, a male with black hair and a youth with purple hair faced each other. Their clothes rippled in the sandstorm.
"Zhao Feng, I hadn't thought that the difference between us after meeting again would be so big, but I still want to fight," Yu Tianhao's voice was deep, and a strong surge of battle-intent appeared in his eyes. Under this state of battle-intent, Yu Tianhao's mental energy was strengthened, and his half-step King Intent started to rise.
Facing such an opponent, Zhao Feng sighed in his heart. He admired Yu Tianhao; any other person facing someone with such difference probably wouldn't even have the courage to fight.
"Yu Tianhao, ten years isn't up yet," Zhao Feng smiled and acted nonchalantly. It had only been slightly over seven years since the bet, not ten years.