The Battle of Ten Strikes

Lord Merciless' expression was extremely dark. It had been a long time since anyone dared to go against him. Were all young people nowadays not afraid of dying?

Shao Ji felt a little excited. Mo Wen was an idiot. The more he infuriated Lord Merciless, the higher the chances of him dying. It might even lead to Lord Merciless thinking of all kinds of ways to kill him.

He was very happy that a genius he disliked would be killed in front of him. Wasn't Mo Wen very arrogant? Wasn't Mo Wen very strong? He was still going to be killed by someone else now.

"Ten strikes! I will definitely kill you within ten strikes," Lord Merciless said coldly.

Lord Merciless' expression was dark. He pointed his finger slowly at Mo Wen.

"Will you call me your grandfather if you cannot kill me in ten strikes?" Mo Wen asked with a cold smirk.

"The first strike."