The fatty smiled as he subconsciously glanced at the Tai Ah Divine City teenager division participant benches. He knew that in two days time, he would meet Yi Yun in the overall group match.
He wanted to let his future opponent see his performance.
But this glance made his expression go stiff.
Because, at this moment, Yi Yun was carrying his Sonic Deathblade and walking towards the arena’s exit. From the fatty’s perspective, he could only see Yi Yun’s back.
“What!? That kid!”
The veins on the fatty’s forehead bulged. He had been ignored?
Yi Yun had actually left the arena without watching his match? Who did he think he was?
Seeing Yi Yun leave the arena without even turning back, the fatty’s expression turned gloomy.
“In two days time, I will teach you manners.”
The fatty clenched his fists and began thinking hateful thoughts. Next, he turned towards Yang Qian and said coldly, “Yang Qian, right? I will defeat you in less than ten moves!”
“The nerve!” Yang Qian unsheathed a sword and pointing straight at the fatty’s eyebrows.
“The person who will be defeated is you!”