The center of the arena is more than a hundred meters away from the stands, and after being surrounded by a Defense Light Screen, it has a certain soundproof effect. Yang Xiao and Qin Yue's conversation is not loud; they can hear each other closely, but people in the distance cannot hear them clearly, only knowing that the two are having a quiet conversation.
Yang Xiao looked at Qin Yue, this arrogant rich second generation, and said calmly:
"I originally wanted to spare your life, but didn't expect your heart to be so dark and brutal. My kindness limits my imagination, I really can't imagine how a scum like you, just because you failed to pursue a girl, for so-called face and dignity, can take such cruel revenge.
Come on, let me see how capable you are."
"Alright, enough nonsense, fists will decide the winner. Whoever's fists are harder is the boss."
With a roar, Qin Yue's voice flashed, and he came directly with a punch.
Wind Thunder Fist!
"Boom!"
