Giving Up One Hand?

"Fuck, isn't he forcing it a bit too much?"

"Arrogant!"

"This is absolutely naked arrogance!"

The crowd stared at one another, secretly wondering whether Hong Zehao was putting on this act a little too well.

The contempt in Hong Zehao's gaze toward Xiao Han made it obvious that he did not take Xiao Han seriously at all.

Thinking of Hong Zehao's identity, one of the Imperial Extremity Ten Sons—although he was supposedly only the tenth-ranked expert among the Imperial Extremity Sect's younger generation, he was still a quasi-genius. At such a young age, he had reached the Mysterious Earth Realm Fourth Level after barely over a decade of cultivation. He indeed had the strength to look down on his peers.

If Hong Zehao went to the Great Thousand World, he could absolutely dominate an entire realm. Any Dou Di or Asura God would have to step aside. Hong Zehao had every qualification to act pretentious!

"If I tell you to fight, then fight. Why so much nonsense? Though our Imperial Extremity Sect may not rule a region, we will not tolerate being offended by others," Hong Yuanming continued righteously.

"Fine. Since Father insists, I'll reluctantly teach this brat a lesson." Looking utterly unwilling, Hong Zehao walked up to Xiao Han. "Don't say our Imperial Extremity Sect is bullying you too much. I can give you one arm."

"Give up one arm?"

The crowd looked at the talented young Hong Zehao. It was rare to see someone voluntarily give up an arm in a duel.

Clearly, Hong Zehao was extremely confident in himself.

Everyone found it only natural. Hong Zehao was an expert among the Imperial Extremity Sect's younger generation, a quasi-genius. He had entered the Mysterious Earth Realm some time ago, so he could certainly defeat the unstable Xiao Han.