"Arrogant? Perhaps that's only because you can't truly comprehend the profound mysteries of Saint Awakening. Enough talk. Does the Northern Martial Alliance accept, or not?"
Zhou Yuanjue's expression remained unchanged, perfectly calm, as if he were simply stating a fact.
His voice was level, but it resonated through the air, amplified by the vibration of his magnetic field, ensuring everyone in the arena could hear him with perfect clarity.
One move?
It wasn't just Zhong Wu Heng; even the attendees in the audience felt his words were a bit arrogant.
Martial Artists compete with their fists and feet. And while a duel between experts can be decided in an instant, there were seven people on the stage. Moreover, Zhong Wu Heng was using a secret technique and perhaps now possessed a power on par with the Saint Awakening Level.
Still, for someone so young to have achieved so much, this kind of behavior was understandable.
