The sun shone brightly in a cloudless sky.
Fang Yang and Qingkong faced off on the stage, the tension palpable.
"Fang Yang. I've finally, finally met you."
Qingkong sneered, casually waving his purple electric trident.
A wind stirred from nowhere, and his cyan, reverse-scale armor clattered, giving him an imposing and extraordinary air.
The ferocious electric python slowly turned, its serpentine eyes fixed coldly on Fang Yang.
Arcs of lightning blossomed around it, like a field of Golden Lotuses.
The auras of man and python linked together, becoming one seamless whole.
In an instant, the sneer vanished from Qingkong's face, replaced by an expression of intense focus.
Fang Yang narrowed his eyes, growing even more wary. 'He truly is a prodigy. The moment he gets serious about a fight, he sheds all his arrogance.'
It was for this very reason that Fang Yang felt the pressure mount.
But a moment later, Fang Yang completely revised his opinion.
