"Exactly ten moves!"
The corners of Hong Yu's lips curled up in a playful smile as he spoke calmly.
These words instantly jolted Chen Tao back to his senses.
Even the grogginess in his head cleared. He snapped his head up to look at Hong Yu, his eyes bloodshot as he glared with unparalleled venom and resentment.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Intense waves of energy formed violent air currents that spread around his body.
Chen Tao was furious.
Ever since arriving at the Spirit Cat Race's territory, he had never imagined he would lose. He had always held himself in high regard, looking down on the War Race's experts and, frankly, everyone else. Chen Tao had always believed himself to be the number one person beneath the Lords of the Divine Cities—the top genius, the most outstanding talent.
He considered the Saintess of the Spirit Cat Race to be a prize already in his grasp.
No one in his generation could compete with him.
But now...
