High atop the platform, Cang Long swallowed nervously, his usual steadiness replaced by an inability to suppress the shock and panic within him.
He stared at the young man before him, his surging heart as tumultuous as the boiling square, and found it hard to calm down for a long time.
"Is that an expression of fear, or are you just surprised?" Ye Wutian asked teasingly.
Cang Long's body trembled slightly as he came back to his senses, "Am I afraid? Impossible, the opponent is just a twenty-something young man. Even if he possesses Heavenly Realm Cultivation, he is still just a twenty-something young man. How could I possibly be afraid?"
Cang Long's wildly fluctuating heart gradually returned to calm.
"Even if you possess Heavenly Realm Cultivation, defeating me is impossible." Cang Long regained his confidence. Considering his experience and seniority, he firmly believed he would not lose to this young man in his twenties.