Lin Bai put on the outer robe of the Sword Alliance and leaped onto the arena.
"He's a martial artist from the Sword Alliance!"
"It's over. The Divine Alliance has long hated the Sword Alliance to the bone. The Sword Alliance's martial artists have suffered crushing defeats on every battlefield. I'm afraid this time will be no exception."
"I bet this man will be beaten into a shapeless mess by Fang Lin on the arena before Fang Lin lets him leave!"
The martial artists watching the battle seemed to have already seen Lin Bai's fate. They spoke with pity written across their faces.
"He's a martial artist from our Sword Alliance. How come we've never seen him before?"
The Sword Alliance martial artists looked at Lin Bai in confusion.
"Looks like my luck is pretty good. I actually ran into someone from the Sword Alliance. Excellent." Seeing the outer robe on Lin Bai, Fang Lin sneered.
"Your luck is terrible—you ran into me. Make your move. I have no interest in trading another half a sentence of useless nonsense with you." Lin Bai spoke coldly.
Lin Bai's face was icy, and his words dripped with barbs.
"Hmph, hmph. You Sword Alliance trash still dare to boast? Watch me beat you into eating shit with one move!"
A cold smile curled at the corner of Fang Lin's mouth. He spread his stance, and a gale swept up around him.
"Fierce Tiger Fist!"
Fang Lin let out an angry roar. His berserk fist was like a fierce tiger splitting open a mountain as it blasted toward Lin Bai.
The force of the punch soared into the sky, crushing the air and sending shattered stones flying. Its might was boundless.
Seeing this, the Sword Alliance martial artists could not bear to watch and