As for what deeply calculating figures like Ning Fengzhi were thinking at this moment, Wang Zhao could guess it even without trying, but he still did not care much.
"Forget it. Let's not talk about that."
He shook his head and addressed Gu Yuena, who had assumed his appearance some distance away.
"Dragon King Hall Lord, you and I are both outstanding young talents, and rare experts who have reached the pinnacle of strength at such a young age. It would be far too regrettable if we did not cross hands at least once. It would also become one of the greatest regrets in my life as Li Ming."
"Since this opportunity has presented itself today, why not spar with me? A light exchange will do. We can treat it as a warm-up for the elimination matches later. What do you say?"
The moment Wang Zhao said this, the entire venue erupted. Soul Masters began clamoring to see the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son fight the Dragon King Hall Lord.
After all, the spectators had long grown tired of watching those Soul Saints and Soul Douluos compete in "aura." Naturally, they were eagerly anticipating a real battle with blades and blood. And if it was a display between the Dragon King Hall Lord, famous for years yet absent from combat for just as long, and the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son, who had recently risen to fame by stepping on Tang Hao—the Fallen Soul Master considered one of the strongest in Douluo Continent's history—it would be beyond exhilarating.
Even renowned figures of the continent such as Ning Fengzhi, Xue Xing, and the Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Luomian brothers, who had also arrived not long ago, were looking forward to it.
Two peerless monsters barely in their twenties, yet both possessing