"Hmph, your tone is certainly bold. I just don't know whether you have the strength to back it up. Do you think I'm some good-for-nothing?"
On the arena, the two figures had long since become the focus of everyone's attention.
One was dressed in white as pure as snow, looking just like the Boy Sword Saint. He appeared spotless and gave off a sacred feeling—because he had the strength and the qualifications to inspire it.
The other looked a little unkempt, but his eyes gleamed brightly, giving off a stubborn sense of someone who would struggle against fate and insist that his destiny belonged to him, not Heaven.
Judging by their appearances alone, the two already gave off a powerful impact. But don't be misled by appearances and assume this was destined to be an exciting battle.
"Big Brother, now this is going to be fun. I really can't believe that fool bet a hundred taels of gold on him. Did his money blow in on the wind?"
By this point, everyone had already placed their bets in secret. No one favored him; they all backed Qin Hao, Paragon of Central Province.
There was no helping it. He had strength, ability, and powerful backing. In all three aspects, he held an overwhelming advantage, with the right time, place, and people all on his side. What could the other man use to compete with him?
At the thought of this, everyone wore an expression of anticipation, eager to see what kind of waves he could stir up and what kind of strength he possessed.
After all, his strength, backing, and everything else were laid bare for all to see. Could he really turn the tables against the wind?
"Little Brother, remember this saying: a person cannot be judged by appearance, and