After a round of probing exchanges, Yuan Wudao finally came to a stop. He shook out his slightly numb arm, his expression turning solemn.
"You are indeed strong."
Yuan Wudao stared at the young man in white clothes opposite him, his voice cold and heavy. "Jiang Hao, you are qualified to be my opponent."
After their earlier exchange of fists and kicks, Yuan Wudao had clearly realized that the foundation of Jiang Hao's physical body was not inferior to his own in the slightest. There was no meaning in continuing with such probing moves.
The blood qi within Yuan Wudao began to churn violently, and the pressure belonging to an invincible Prodigy of the Ancient Devil Race erupted without reservation.
"Bring out your full strength."
Yuan Wudao shouted, his blazing gaze fixed on Jiang Hao.
Hearing this, Jiang Hao smiled and slowly looked Yuan Wudao up and down with his deep eyes.
"Are you sure you want me to use my full strength?"
Jiang Hao asked, a faint, elusive smile in his tone.
Yuan Wudao raised a brow and immediately sneered.
"What?"
Yuan Wudao asked arrogantly, "With my status, am I not worthy of making you go all out?"
Jiang Hao merely smiled faintly. He slowly raised his right hand, curled it into a fist, and calmly gave his answer.
"Indeed, you are not worthy..."
"Because to deal with you..."
"One punch is enough."
Upon hearing those words,
Yuan Wudao's face instantly darkened, and intense fury surged from the depths of his eyes.
To be looked down upon so openly was a tremendous humiliation to him. As a top Prodigy of the Ancient Devil Race, he had crushed all others of his generation since birth. When had he ever suffered such disregard?
"Arrogant!"
Yuan Wudao barked coldly. Killing intent surged