"Are you done spouting your nonsense?!"
An indifferent voice, laced with ice, rang out from behind Mor Yan.
Ye Wushuang found it laughable. He was the reigning champion, yet the moment this Mor Yan stepped onto the stage, he started taunting the crowd below. 'Is he pretending I don't exist? Does he really think my defeat is a foregone conclusion?'
Mor Yan whipped his head around to stare at Ye Wushuang, sneering, "Getting impatient, are you?"
"Impatient? I just find this laughable."
Ye Wushuang shook his head. Mor Yan's gaze hardened. He actually found his words laughable!
"Anyone who can stand on this stage and accept my challenge—I don't care if they're from the Beastman Empire or the Grand Emperor Country—is, in my eyes, an opponent worthy of respect. But now, I'm suddenly realizing how ridiculous that idea was."
