"There are still more than forty matches. Let's have some fun with them."
Xia Ping clenched his fists as he easily dealt with an opponent. He had just broken through to the
fifth heaven of the Martial Artist Realm. Now he was itching to fight, and he also needed the help of
countless masters to help him stabilize his martial arts foundation.
He could even take advantage of this opportunity to gain a lot of hatred.
Whoosh!
Fifteen minutes later, the third short-haired student also appeared in the room. He was an expert at
the fifth heaven of the Martial Warrior Realm.
"This student …" The short-haired student greeted Xia Ping.
But before he finished speaking, Xia Ping interrupted him and said, "There's no need to speak, and
there's no need to tell me your name. I've defeated too many opponents. I don't need to remember
them one by one."
What?!