Name Doesn't Match the Reality

Fang Yuan's performance just now was impressive, at least Fang Xing didn't think he would be Fang Yuan's match.

"However, who made me have a good father?"

Fang Xing sneered.

"All I need to do later is to avoid that water flow. I just need to get close to Fang Yuan for a short distance, and victory will be mine."

"Without his spatial abilities, then you'll be at my mercy, won't you?"

Thinking of this, Fang Xing suddenly laughed.

"Young master..."

The maid on the side looked worried, apparently frightened by Fang Yuan's Water Escape.

"It's okay, relax. I admit Fang Yuan is strong, but it doesn't matter!"

"At that time, I will make a move and teach him a lesson."

Fang Xing looked proud, even showing a hint of impatience.

He couldn't wait to turn his thoughts into reality.

"Alright..."

Seeing Fang Xing calm and even eager to confront Fang Yuan, the maid nodded gently and stopped speaking.

In the arena.