On the arena.
Kongming opened his tightly shut eyes and looked at the handsome man in front of him: "You came, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Baiyu stood on the opposite side of the arena, looking peculiar, "Didn't we just meet? By the way, isn't the ground cold?"
"I have long mastered the Iron Armor Skill, unaffected by cold and heat. Plus, I have the Primordial Qi Core Technique, as long as the temperature doesn't exceed the limit, it doesn't affect me."
Kongming's face was extremely serious.
Baiyu finally found the source of the strange feeling he had been sensing from the beginning.
It's a bunch of flaws!
This guy is full of flaws!
"Who just starts by telling their opponent their cultivation techniques?"
Baiyu coldly smiled: "Telling me your trump cards so generously, is it because you're absolutely confident, or trying to confuse my vision?"
"No, I simply want to beat you up, beat you until you're crippled, that's all, nothing complex."
