"Mr. Liu."
"Although I know very clearly—extremely clearly—that your combat power is thousands, or even tens of thousands of times greater than mine."
Cooper straightened his broad chest, his eyes carrying both respect and humility. "But I truly want to spar with you."
At that moment, endless fighting spirit blazed within the powerful man.
Even Liu Di and Fu Qing could sense that surging, overwhelming will.
Cooper.
He was a born warrior. Combat, challenges, and confrontations could ignite the frenzy in his heart, anytime and anywhere.
Some people were simply born for one particular thing.
Liu Di smiled. "All right."
Boom!
Boom!
Two hundred and eighty-three figures looked up to watch the battle.
A new pair of opponents appeared in the sky: a man in a white shirt and a muscular European Nation giant dressed in camouflage.
The European Nation giant threw a punch, yet the man in the white shirt did not move in the slightest.
Then the man in the white shirt delivered a straightforward punch. The European Nation giant was struck in the chest as though by a meteor, sent flying nearly five kilometers before crashing heavily into the sand.
The next instant.
The giant rose from the sand and laughed toward the sky. "Mr. Liu truly is an existence I cannot shake! That was satisfying—again!"
The giant charged into the sky once more.
The man in the white shirt smiled. "Then I'll fight you for a thousand rounds!"
At that moment.
Fu Qing stood high in the sky, looking down at the space before him.
That space resembled an enlarged crystal ball. Within it lay a yellow sandy plain, along with two figures battling in the sky.
"Tsk, tsk."
Fu Qing turned his head toward Liu Di, who stood beside him. "I've suddenly realized that you