Xu Yi muttered that his luck was rotten, then shot Jing Qianjian a cold look. "Brat, you must have heard of my great name long ago and admired me. Why else would you dress just like me?"
At his words, Jing Qianjian was so furious he nearly flew backward.
Brahma's eyes widened, too. He'd known this man was arrogant and conceited, but hadn't imagined he could be this self-obsessed.
The crowd exchanged bewildered looks, as though they'd never known such a freak existed in the world.
"Brahma, get out of the way. Let me fight this brat first."
Jing Qianjian shouted angrily.
Brahma was furious as well. "You want to fight? Then fight me. I'll deal with this brat first."
He'd waited ages and finally set the stage. Jing wanted to jump in and steal the show? It wasn't going to be that easy.
With a shout, Brahma charged forward, darting over in an instant. "Brat, die!"
Xu Yi soared into the air as well. Brahma was just about to strike when he heard Xu Yi say, "Wait!"
Brahma nearly plunged headfirst to the ground. If he hadn't feared being accused of winning unfairly, he'd have attacked without another thought. He clenched his jaw and said, "You get one more chance to speak."
Xu Yi said, "Our battle will be decided in an instant. There's still more than an hour before the trial ends. Why rush?"
"What the hell are you trying to say?"
Brahma suddenly realized he had no patience at all for this kind of stalling.
Xu Yi didn't get angry. He pointed to the crowd and said, "So many people have come to watch us fight. We can't have them watching for nothing. What do you think?"
"Say it all at once!"
Brahma roared, his voice rolling