Qian Renxue: ...(I never expected Ning Fengzhi to be like this...)
Hearing this, even Chen Xin, who was sitting beside Ning Fengzhi, wanted to make a few snide remarks, let alone Salas and Qian Renxue.
Salas was not afraid of Ning Fengzhi in the slightest. Of course, with Sword Douluo right beside him, he could not exactly curse him outright. He could only tease, "Sect Master Ning's performance just now did not seem much better than Salas's, did it?"
If he directly cursed Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo Chen Xin suddenly went mad and cut him down with one strike, he would have nowhere to argue his case. Not being afraid was one thing, but he still had to know when to back down.
The scene returned to the arena. Once the two had introduced themselves, the match officially began.
A Bao swallowed hard. Cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his back turned icy. Di Hongtian, standing opposite him, made him feel as though he were facing his own grandfather—and that pressure was even stronger than his grandfather's. One had to know that A Bao's grandfather was a Soul Saint...
"Teach me? Teach my ass. Isn't this just bullying?" A Bao was miserable, but he did not want to say it aloud. He envied A Xiong so much. Why had he not been the first to fight?
There was no point saying more. The beating he was due could not be avoided. A Bao gritted his teeth and went all out.
"Third Spirit Skill, Leopard Shadow."
Right from the start, A Bao used his third Spirit Skill and charged at Di Hongtian. Leopard Shadow, a Spirit Skill produced by a Thousand Year Soul Ring, could increase his movement speed by fifty percent.
They were only fifty meters apart. For