"Gu Xun'er, I admit that the accumulation of my past dozen years cannot compare to the foundation your Ancient Clan has built continuously over tens of thousands of years. But no matter how powerful your background is, there is one thing everyone on the Dou Qi Continent knows: not a single faction has existed from the creation of the world until today!"
As he spoke, Lin Feng's fists rained down on Gu Xun'er like a violent storm. Then he shouted sharply once more, "There is also something your Ancient Clan cannot do: you cannot know everything about the future!"
"Your Ancient Clan may be flourishing now, but that does not mean it will remain as prosperous ten years from now—or even a hundred years from now!"
The moment his words fell, Lin Feng seized the opportunity and fiercely drove a punch into her chest.
"Bang!"
The collision of flesh against flesh instantly made the area before Gu Xun'er's chest sink inward slightly.
Immediately afterward, her body shot backward like a meteor, transforming into a black streak that blasted into the distance!
At the same time, as Lin Feng continued throwing punches and kicks, the crowd in the distance caught glimpses through the holes torn in his clothing and the moments his robe fluttered open—beneath his clothes were densely packed purple-gold dragon scales.
"Those scales... are they the Dragon Scale Robe of the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan?"
"No wonder he remained so lively even after being struck by the aftershock of Gu Xun'er's Fighting Skill. So he has such a defensive Fighting Skill!"
As the dragon scales reflected a faint glimmer beneath the firelight, quite a few well-informed people in the arena recognized their origin at once and secretly cried out in shock.
This unexpected development had clearly exceeded the expectations