"Whoosh!"
Su Han's figure flickered, directly arriving on the stage.
He swept his gaze across Ling Xiao and Xin Leng, and said, "No need to waste time, which one of you will go first?"
"Isn't that redundant…"
Ling Xiao rolled his eyes and muttered, "As if I'd really fight you… Although your looks aren't better than mine, your body isn't as good, and your charm isn't as outstanding, but I still won't fight you!"
Su Han glared at him, pretended not to hear, and then looked at Xin Leng.
Xin Leng pursed his lips, took a step forward, and came onto the platform.
He lifted his head, staring directly at Su Han, and said, "Brother Su, I don't know Magic, only Sword Dao. But if you use Magic against me, surely I'm not your match."
Su Han understood his meaning, pondered for a moment, and smiled, "I respect you. You truly are a generation of Heavenly Talent, able to self-create the Sword Dao of Slaughter, such Technique indeed shows your comprehension is at its Extreme."
