This is the pinnacle of the path of masculinity!
When Divine Skill is perfected, no one can match it!
At this moment, even the newly elected Martial Arts Association Presidents all felt awe. Without a doubt, in the battle for the national Martial Arts Association President, Long Wudi will be a true formidable opponent!
"Southern Emperor, how is my skill?" Long Wudi, at this moment, exuded masculinity and arrogance, full of confidence. He looked down at Chen Yang with contempt, asking thunderously.
"Heh, it's just a sandbag. What's there to be arrogant about?" Chen Yang sneered, unconcerned.
"You... infuriate me!" Long Wudi was initially taken aback, then furious, and couldn't help but shout.
Others frowned as well, thinking that the Southern Emperor's action was somewhat inappropriate; belittling an opponent's strength and status was something only third-rate martial artists would do. At the Southern Emperor's level, such behavior seemed a bit petty.
