"He was Level 9, only a little weaker than me. Perhaps he had a chance to surpass me."
Huang Yilong loosened his grip, only realizing his cigarette had fallen to the ground after it landed.
Seeing the woman walk toward the arena,
he lowered his head to pick up the cigarette. His fingers were still trembling nonstop, and he could barely hold it steady.
Huang Zilong looked at the young man on the raised platform.
Without the slightest fear, Xu Zhiming met the gaze of a warrior in his thirties.
Thunderbolt flashed all over his body, like a rising new star.
"Damn, that kid is such a monster. When I acted all high and mighty in front of him before, did he notice?"
Huang Yilong lit a cigarette.
Luckily, Blood Consort had arrived. He probably would not be snatched away by anyone else.
This was Blood Consort—the woman who, at Level 60, had slaughtered three descendants of Demon Kings, provoking the fury of the Demon Kings.
So many monsters emerged across Great Xia every year, yet not a single one had ever reached Blood Consort's level.
Huang Yilong suddenly thought of something.
Blood Consort had said that Xu Zhiming was still Level 9.
He remembered that when Blood Consort had been Level 9, her vitality and blood had seemed to be seventy-eight points or so.
Xu Zhiming's vitality and blood had now nearly caught up to Blood Consort's.
In other words, was it really possible for him to surpass Blood Consort?
"This life has been worth it! I'll teach him everything I have without holding anything back."
Huang Yilong's eyes flickered.
He would strive to produce a national top scorer.
He would let those Martial Arts Families witness the shock of a true genius!
Qiu Feng stared fixedly at Xu