Successive Challenges

The dazzling light on the stage faded away.

At one side of the ring, the figure of Chinizi emerged and the golden-red flame on his body dissipated. He opened his mouth and spat out blood. Fresh red blood also seeped out of the deep scar on his chest.

His face was pale and his body swayed a little as he half-squatted on the ground. He had his hands on the rifle, apparently using it to keep himself from falling.

On the other side, the blood on Fang Huifang's back had faded as well. The black helmet in his head was smashed and shattered, revealing a sinister, but youthful face with a burn scar on his cheek.

He rested the bloody wide-backed sword against his shoulder and slowly turned around to face Chinizi.

"You have great strength. If you had challenged someone else, you might have had a chance of winning. Unfortunately, you chose me as your opponent," Fang Huifang turned around and said coldly.

The corner of Chinizi's mouth moved a little but no words came out.