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!”