Park Yong-jun once again challenged Ma Ran.
Before Ma Ran could respond, Su Qiangwei stood up, her gaze falling on him, and sneered, "You've got quite a name, truly brave indeed."
"Although I don't know who gave you this courage, but..."
"Since Ma Ran has already said so, then bring it on!"
As she spoke, her figure flickered and in the blink of an eye, she appeared at the center of the arena.
Boom!
Golden-blue waves of air rolled, directly blasting away five South Korean Extraordinary Ones who were standing still.
The stool early back in the audience seats, made a horn shape with his hands in front of his mouth and shouted, "Go, Sister Qiangwei!"
Su Qiangwei didn't respond, merely tauntingly beckoned Park Yong-jun with a finger.
"Alright!"
Park Yong-jun leapt up, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air, and crashed onto the ground like a cannonball.
Dust flew everywhere!
Kneeling on one knee, with one fist touching the ground—a standard American superhero landing pose.
