"Kid, get up here and die."
Wen Tufeng instantly pointed at Chen Wen, his ice-cold killing intent spilling out in all directions.
Chen Wen slowly raised his eyelids, his gaze boring straight into Wen Tufeng.
The next moment, he strode toward the Battle Arena.
"Be careful. And don't force yourself."
Wen Xianle took a deep breath and sent a voice transmission to Chen Wen.
Chen Wen calmly waved a hand without saying anything.
At that moment, Wen Ruyun flashed over and appeared beside Wen Xianle.
His gaze was fixed on Wen Tufeng.
This aura...
Wen Ruyun's brows knitted together.
This was also the first time he had seen Wen Tufeng in three years.
In terms of aura alone, Wen Tufeng was far stronger than Chen Wen.
Though he was roughly on par with Wen Xianle, he possessed an extra trace of murderous aura.
It was clear from this that Wen Tufeng had fought his way out from mountains of corpses.
At this moment, he finally understood why Wen Xianle had said she did not have much confidence.
That extra trace of murderous aura alone could change many things.
At the very least, it greatly enhanced Wen Tufeng.
Originally, he had still held a sliver of hope for Chen Wen.
But now, his heart sank to the bottom.
Thinking of this, he could not help but look at Wen Xianle again.
He truly wanted to ask where Wen Xianle's confidence came from.
With such an enormous, visible gap between them, was he really worth believing in?
At least in his eyes, the chance of Chen Wen defeating Wen Tufeng was zero.
By then, Chen Wen had reached the steps of the Battle Arena, one foot about to land on the stairs.
*I'd like to see whether you're qualified to step onto