After slightly adjusting his breathing, Qing Fengzi pretended to be nonchalant and retraced his steps, saying as he walked: "Kid, my end is far off, but yours is almost here."
Yang Fan didn't speak, watching Qing Fengzi step by step approach, his eyes full of unwillingness.
...
On the other side, the battle was nearing its end. Tang Jinglong faced twenty alone, unable to hold his ground. From the start, he was at a disadvantage, encountering twenty top fighters on his own, even though he was the Sect Leader of the Tang Sect, he had to accept this cruel reality.
Tang Jinglong was covered in wounds, blood-stained, he no longer knew how many times he had been knocked down, and after getting knocked down once more, he barely managed to get back up.
Tang Han, still standing on the stage, watched this scene, a complex expression flashed in his eyes: "I don't want to bear the infamous name of patricide, Dad, don't force me, stop resisting hopelessly."
