"Hmph, it was just taking advantage of the chaos; if it were under prepared circumstances, I..."
"What about you?" Liao Yong looked at the most difficult soldier to manage standing in front of him. "Your personal combat ability is indeed top-notch among the twenty team members, but you must know, there's always someone stronger. You're just frogs at the bottom of a well."
"Tch!" The man tilted his head and let out a cold laugh.
Liao Yong did not get angry; he understood this guy's temperament too well. Immediately, he said to him, "Let's have a one-on-one. Can you beat me?"
Hearing this, the man was obviously stunned and subconsciously stepped back three steps, adopting a serious stance. Apparently, in his subconscious, he already regarded Liao Yong as a formidable opponent.
"I admit, right now I'm not your opponent, but in another year, I..."
"To be honest with you, when I usually spar with you guys, I hold back at least forty percent of my strength."
