Yan Po Duo had come looking for trouble, only to be defeated once again. He had failed to turn the tables.
The people below the arena got to enjoy another battle for free.
Perhaps there had been excuses for losing the first round, but two consecutive defeats were enough to prove that there was an insurmountable gap between them.
The crowd gained an even deeper understanding of Fan Lang's strength. It was even the first time many of them had seen such a powerful Mystic God. He was absurdly strong, completely defying common sense.
Fan Lang checked his winning streak. This was only the beginning.
He walked toward the edge of the arena, intending to find a new opponent.
A vortex suddenly appeared out of thin air behind him, and Yan Po Duo unexpectedly arrived on the arena for the third time.
"Don't leave!" Yan Po Duo roared.
"You've got to be kidding. Again?" Fan Lang stopped, turned his head slightly, and frowned at Yan Po Duo behind him.
"Asura blood flows through my veins. The Asura Race never admits defeat. I'm still going to fight you!"
"What a stubborn mule. Fine, I'll grant your wish. I said I'd beat you until you submitted. Since you still refuse to submit, let's go again!"
Fan Lang accepted the challenge once more.
He had to find new opponents anyway. Since Yan Po Duo had come knocking, why refuse?
Thus began the third battle. The two exchanged blows across the arena, unleashing all kinds of abilities and displaying the dazzling variety of martial arts.
Yan Po Duo was burning with anger, but anger alone could not make up for the gap in strength. Even if his rage shot to the heavens, failure was still failure.
After only a few exchanges, Yan Po Duo