"Kid, get down here!"
He roared in a muffled voice, "I don't fight children!"
Han Yuchen lifted his eyelids and glanced at him.
Another bear.
Why had he been running into bears so often lately?
That old bastard Zhao Wuji—was his face still swollen?
He raised one finger and lightly crooked it at the Rage Battle Bear.
The gesture was casual.
But the provocation behind it was utterly blatant.
"Roar!"
The Rage Battle Bear's fury ignited instantly!
He felt as if his dignity had been pinned to the ground and ground beneath this little runt's feet!
"You little bastard, you're courting death!"
The referee weakly waved his hand.
"Match, begin!"
He had already foreseen the bloody scene to come and almost could not bear to watch.
Before his words had even faded!
The Rage Battle Bear moved!
The First and Second Spirit Rings beneath his feet lit up at the same time!
"First Soul Skill, Rage Charge!"
"Second Soul Skill, Bear King's Might!"
Boom!
His massive body was like an out-of-control heavy truck, charging straight at Han Yuchen with the momentum to crush everything in its path!
The ground trembled faintly beneath his heavy footsteps!
That savage Soul Power kicked up a violent gale, whipping Han Yuchen's clothes wildly.
Yet.
Han Yuchen stood where he was without moving an inch.
He could not even be bothered to put down the fox in his arms.
Every spectator's heart leaped into their throat.
Everyone believed that in the next second, that slender figure would be rammed into a pile of flesh.
Just as the Rage Battle Bear's sandbag-sized fist was about to smash into his face.
Han Yuchen finally moved.
He merely extended one finger.
His right index finger.
At its tip, a faint blue glimmer flashed and vanished.
First Spirit Ring,