The one who leaped onto the stage was none other than Fan Lang. He wore light armor beneath a black robe, Dragon Blaze Doomsday hanging at his waist, with the Myriad Transformations Divine Commander transformed into shoulder armor.
The Illusory Battlefield had many rules, including limits on the number of weapons, armor, pills, cards, and other items one could carry.
Fan Lang's equipment was just within those limits, and every item was one he handled best.
"I'll fight you." Fan Lang steadied himself and looked calmly at Yan Po Duo, his gaze as still as an ancient well.
Yan Po Duo sized Fan Lang up and found him to be an unfamiliar face, merely in the Mystic God Realm.
"A mere Mystic God dares provoke me? You do not even count as a Lower God. Beating you would bring me no pride, only disappointment. Get down. I want to fight someone in the Dao Domain Realm." Yan Po Duo waved a hand, disdaining to fight Fan Lang.
It had been a long time since Fan Lang had been looked down upon like this.
Being chased off the arena in such a sorry state was clearly not his style. Since he had come up, he would leave with victory.
"Do you know what this gesture means?" Fan Lang slowly raised his hand and gave Yan Po Duo the middle finger.
Yan Po Duo frowned slightly and asked, "What does that mean?"
"Where I come from, it is an insulting gesture. In other words, I am insulting you."
Fan Lang spoke unhurriedly, yet his words instantly ignited Yan Po Duo's fury!
The Asura Race was naturally warlike, and Asura blood flowed through Yan Po Duo's veins, making him fiercely combative by nature.
This half-blood Asura's sword eyebrows shot up, his brow knotting