This is Wang Tian's Battle!

Jun Tianlin had to admit, he still found Zhang Yana very interesting.

At the very least, this little girl—uh... she looked like a little girl—was very much to his taste. Sooner or later, he would have to eat her up. Who told her to keep disparaging him like this? Jun Tianlin thought to himself.

At the same time, he raised his head and looked once more toward the enormous arena.

Wang Tian and Wu Tianlong were already standing far apart from each other, both looking quite imposing.

Wu Tianlong stood atop the massive arena in a beige long robe, something like a trench coat, though not quite the same. It was probably his family's distinctive attire, Jun Tianlin thought.

Wang Tian, on the other hand, acted as though this were nothing unusual and did not care what the other man was wearing.

With a lift of his brows and a widening of his eyes, he spoke the same words.

"Make your move."

How could Wu Tianlong possibly endure that? Damn it, not even an introduction before telling him to make a move? What an arrogant brat. Today, he had to teach him a lesson. Wu Tianlong was instantly displeased, fury surging in his heart.

As for Wang Tian, he merely felt his eyelids growing somewhat heavy. That shouldn't be right. Going a month without sleep was no problem at all for him.

In the end, he blamed his lack of energy on the tournament being too boring. It had finally been his turn, yet his opponents were all so dull.

"Make your move. What are you standing there for?" Wang Tian raised his brows again as he watched Wu Tianlong remain motionless for so long.

Wasn't standing around waiting just a waste of time? He still had three matches to