On the arena stage.
Jiang Chen stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His long robes fluttered, and his black hair danced though there was no wind. A thunderous light erupted from his eyes.
His fighting spirit surged like a blazing fire.
Han Xia, dressed in green robes, strode through the air and landed on the stage. His eyes held an indifferent, disdainful gaze. "To get nine consecutive wins with a cultivation at the True Martial Realm Sixth Stage, you're pretty good! But your winning streak ends here. You can't possibly defeat me!"
"Is that so?"
Jiang Chen grinned. "I don't think so!"
"Heh heh!"
Han Xia gave a cold laugh and said, "One move. If you can take one move from me without being defeated, then you'll be worthy of me getting serious!"
Arrogant!
Domineering!
Confident!
This was Jiang Chen's impression of Han Xia.
Even after witnessing Jiang Chen's formidable strength, he was still so confident that he could defeat him in a single move.
