Qiangu Zhangting's Arrogance

"Oh? Unfortunately, I don't seem very interested in things like 'qualifications.' You, on the other hand, seem quite interested in being crushed?" Wu Yang Jin merely chuckled, his tone calm and unconcerned.

"You!" Qiangu Zhangting's fists suddenly clenched, and his aura surged violently as killing intent nearly became tangible.

"Tsk, tsk, don't be like that. I thought you were more composed than this? Aren't you supposed to become someone's 'man'? With that mindset... tsk, I'm afraid you're a little unqualified." Wu Yang Jin shook his head and shrugged, looking utterly casual.

Qiangu Zhangting's face instantly turned livid, the fury in his eyes nearly taking solid form.

He was one of the Spirit Pagoda's most dazzling geniuses. When had anyone ever looked down on him like this? What was more, this Wu Yang Jin was clearly just an outsider! What gave him the right?!

If Wu Yang Jin had heard his thoughts, he would surely have said, "Because I'm your ancestor."

However, Wu Yang Jin paid no attention to his rage. He casually slipped his hands into his pockets, the smile on his face still carrying a trace of indolence.

"Since you're so confident, then let your strength do the talking. I'm quite curious—aside from the cultivation piled up by the Spirit Pagoda's resources, what else are you capable of?"

That sentence completely ignited Qiangu Zhangting's fury!

"You'll regret this!" Qiangu Zhangting said coldly.

"I'm looking forward to it." Wu Yang Jin gave a derisive laugh, tilting his head slightly as he spoke blandly.

"Both sides, prepare—begin!!!" the match host announced loudly.

Qiangu Zhangting wasted no more words. Soul Power surged wildly through his body as the Coiling Dragon Staff appeared in his hand. Staff shadows crisscrossed through the air, while ferocious dragon roars echoed all around.

Wu Yang Jin remained