Meng Hongchen had just jumped down from the arena when Xiao Hongchen below could no longer hold himself back.
He sprang up like a coiled spring and landed steadily in the center of the arena.
Xiao Hongchen raised his chin, planted his hands on his hips, and stared at Huo Yuhao with feverish eyes. His pose was so embarrassingly melodramatic it was almost unbearable to watch.
"My fated rival, you've finally appeared!"
Xiao Hongchen shouted loudly, his voice carried through the arena's amplification formation to every corner.
"Shrek's ten-thousand-year glory will end by my hand today!"
"And you, Huo Yuhao, are destined to be cut down beneath my feet!"
Hearing that booming declaration, Huo Yuhao was momentarily stunned.
He looked the self-satisfied youth before him up and down, his gaze like that of someone looking at an overenergetic husky.
Then he could not help turning to look at Meng Hongchen, who was secretly snickering below the stage.
These two really were worthy of being siblings born of the same mother.
One was a lovesick pervert whose head was full of taking advantage of handsome men, while the other was a terminal case of chuunibyou who could not open his mouth without talking about a fated showdown.
It felt like both of these siblings were seriously ill in the head.
Huo Yuhao sighed. He had no intention of responding to Xiao Hongchen, and even sparing him another glance felt like a waste of time.
Calmly withdrawing his Martial Soul, he turned and started walking toward the edge of the arena.
Xiao Hongchen, who had been eagerly awaiting a world-shaking battle of destiny, froze on the spot.
The arrogant expression on his face completely stiffened, replaced by extreme embarrassment and awkwardness.
"Hey! Stop right there!"
Xiao Hongchen stomped his feet anxiously and