Ye Huan chuckled softly, "Dare I ask Sword Brother, where comes the talk of fortune?"
"Where comes fortune...tsk tsk, you've already got the answer in your heart, don't you?" Sword Junlin swung his fists a couple of times, a sliver of a cruel curve appearing at the corner of his mouth!
Obviously, he was already making the final preparations before the battle!
He planned to move out in an instant just as the referee announced the start of the match, and fiercely attack Ye Huan!
Ye Huan's expression remained calm, indifferent.
"Both contestants, please prepare; the match will officially begin in thirty seconds!" The referee shouted loudly, stepping back outside the ring!
Sword Junlin had already begun to secretly gather strength in his hands.
Ye Huan remained exceedingly calm, making no preparations at all.
This duel between them captured everyone's attention!
The reason was simple.
