"Ling Feng, let me test you. Who do you think will win, the Crimson Moon Sword Demon or the Ironback Wild Lion?" Fetty looked at Ling Feng and asked.
Ling Feng shrugged and said casually, "Do I even need to say it? Would your Beast Arena dare let the Crimson Moon Sword Demon die here?"
"Haha, you see things pretty clearly!" Fetty laughed. "Of course, the Crimson Moon Sword Demon is our Beast Arena's superstar, and his background is illustrious. We naturally won't let him die here. But we also can't hold back too obviously, and we still have to make sure he has the desire to fight, so… while this Ironback Wild Lion isn't quite on the Crimson Moon Sword Demon's level, it's definitely not to be underestimated."
"So basically, this Ironback Wild Lion can at least make the Crimson Moon Sword Demon stretch a bit." Ling Feng smiled. "But have you thought about what happens if you screw this up?"
