"What kind of place is the Marvel World?"
"Master of the universe? Isn't that a little too powerful?"
"Now's our chance to show what we can do. Brother Liu, go test his strength. I'll back you up."
"Like hell! You think I'm an idiot? Why don't you go yourself?"
The moment the man with the oddly pronounced name appeared, he used his imposing presence to put everyone in their place. Otherwise, these martial artists, who had just broken through, would never have been so cautious.
"The Marvel World-that's the world that genius ascender came from, then." In the end, Wang Meng stepped forward to speak with O-O-A.
"That is correct. But the hardships involved were greater than you know." The man with three faces stepped forward to explain.
"I don't know what price you paid to open a space passage, but today, we're settling the blood debt you owe the Seven Great Sects." Wang Meng spoke each word distinctly.
"Wang Meng, I know you are the strongest fighter in this world. In my world, I am the strongest after Lord O-O-A. So let us pit soldier against soldier." Despite those words, all three of his faces wore confident smiles.
"You still haven't given your name, but I don't think I need to know the name of someone I'm going to defeat." Wang Meng's words were as good as a declaration of battle.
Everyone cleared a space without being asked. Yet the Three-Faced Man, who had initiated the challenge, showed no awareness that he was about to duel, either in his expression or his stance. Wang Meng paid no heed to the insult.
"This is the Clear Stream Sect's Filthy Palm." Wang Meng struck first, driving his palm toward the Three-Faced Man's chest. The Three-Faced Man took the blow head-on. Wang