"Who will win or lose is still unknown!"
...
"Only one battle remains to reach the final climax, this show should come to an end..."
"But for the last Grandmaster's fall, this battle cannot end too quickly, or it will scare away Sima Lin."
"And the previous fire is not fierce enough, we must make Sima Lin take the initiative."
"Martial Saint disciple, as heavy as a mountain, huh..."
"Sorry, I intend to try to destroy it with a storm!"
Su Mu's mind raced, and soon an interesting idea emerged in his mind. Immediately, a hint of apology appeared in his eyes, an apology to Dao Jiu. But for the final fall of the Grandmaster, this step could not be omitted.
He could only first put this Martial Saint disciple through some hardship.
Su Mu then strode onto the Martial Arts Arena, shook his head lightly in response to Dao Jiu's speech.
"I won't draw my saber..."
"Because you are not enough to make me draw my saber."
