Fan Lang stopped halfway, his whole body coiled with pent-up force like a drawn bowstring, prepared for every kind of battle.
Xin Ge, facing him, was likewise ready. His right hand rested on the hilt of his saber, his deep-set eyes narrowing slightly with a chilling gaze.
This was a battle of life and death, concerning not only their lives, but also the forces behind them.
On the Western Heaven God Kingdom's side, the experts were full of confidence in Xin Ge, whom they had sent out, because they knew his strength well.
"They're about to fight. Let's see how Fan Lang dies!"
"Fan Lang was scared by our army, so he proposed a one-on-one death match, hoping to escape disaster this way. Too bad he miscalculated. Even one-on-one, he'll still die!"
"Fan Lang may be a monstrously gifted genius, but that depends on who he is compared with. Against Xin Ge, he falls far short and is no match at all, because Xin Ge is a monster too!"
"That's right. I heard Xin Ge carries great fortune and has encountered several lucky opportunities, which is how he attained his current strength. On the path of martial arts, relying on yourself alone is not enough. You still need help from external resources."
"How many moves do you think Fan Lang can last against Xin Ge? Five? Ten?"
"Hehe, he might not even withstand a single move from Xin Ge before being instantly killed!"
The experts chimed in one after another.
It was not that they were underestimating their enemy. Xin Ge's strength simply gave them such confidence.
On Fan Lang's side, naturally, everyone hoped he would win. They cheered him on and worried themselves sick for him.
The two men had yet to formally exchange blows, but the air was