Exit

At the same time.

Capital City.

Liu Dali's expression was conflicted.

'Should I go or not?'

It was the National Rank-1 Martial Arts Grand Competition, a grand competition with tens of thousands of martial artists. If he did not join in the commotion, what kind of reporter was he?

'But he's already Rank-4!'

Liu Dali was a little regretful. Previously, Fang Ping had only been Peak Rank-3. If he had cheated Fang Ping then, that was that; what was he afraid of?

However, that punk had entered Rank-4 already. This gap…was a little bigger now.

'How much stronger is a Rank-4 martial artist compared to an Upper-stage Rank-3?

'With so many people, he probably won't notice me, would he?

'Not to mention that I'm only taking what I should. There's no need to be afraid of him.

'With so many martial artists there, I don't believe nobody would stand up for me. Could Fang Ping still kill me then?