Overwhelmingly Powerful Strength

After slapping the Wrath Hoof Race hard across the face.

Cheng Han had no intention of letting off the Unicorn Race.

Since they had stepped onto the arena.

Of course, he could not let a single one of them off.

Cheng Han turned to look at the Unicorn Race's warship, his face full of mockery. "Are you all like the Wrath Hoof Race, scared into becoming turtles hiding in their shells?"

He immediately pointed at the arena. "Do you dare come over and fight?"

This sentence not only humiliated the Unicorn Race, but also viciously insulted the Wrath Hoof Race.

In short.

He had knocked down both Foreign Races with one stroke.

Cheng Han understood very well that in this plane, there had never been such things as "gentleness, kindness, courtesy, restraint." Force was the universal standard.

That was why.

He acted so arrogantly.

After a moment.

The provocation took effect.

Almost simultaneously, two figures leaped out from the two warships.

One figure wore a set of black soft armor, with a patterned mask covering its face and a curved horn growing from its forehead.

It was a Mystic Supervisor of the Unicorn Race.

Cheng Han knew that by this race's standards, Mystic Supervisor-level powerhouses were called Flash Spirit Archers.

The word "archer" already made clear what the Unicorn Race excelled at most.

The other figure was naturally a Silver Hoof War General.

Having suffered Cheng Han's mockery again and again, this irritable stupid horse truly could not endure it any longer. Even knowing it was no match, it still had to come out and fight.

While they were still in midair.

They assumed attacking stances.

The Silver Hoof War General let out an angry roar, gripped a dark war axe in both hands, and fiercely slashed once at Cheng