Zhu Rong burst out laughing, his mouth agape, "What do you call a spar between masters, stopping at a touch? This is it!"
"No dragging on, a quick succession of moves, either I lose or you lose, fast to come and fast to go, that's stopping at a touch."
"Enough talk, hurry up and hand over the Dark Fire Heavenly Origin!"
Zhu Rong gestured with his hand for him to make it quick.
Xiao Zhan's performance had indeed surprised him, but it was a pleasant surprise, and he was feeling quite pleased with himself.
Zhao Jiwu couldn't stand his anxious demeanor, it was just one win, no need to show off so much.
But he wasn't a sore loser and tossed a box over to him.
"Don't be smug, that thing won't do you any good, dare to absorb it and you'll just end up possessed."
"Hmph, who said I'm going to absorb it? Can't I just keep it to look at?"
Zhu Rong looked disdainful. Did he really want the Dark Fire Heavenly Origin?
No, what he wanted was Zhao Jiwu's miserably green face!
