At these words, Pei Yufeng fell silent.
He had intended to mediate, but he hadn't expected Chu Fan to refuse the opening entirely and state his position so bluntly.
Seeing this, Tang Tinghua was inwardly delighted. He put on a cold, arrogant expression, stretched out a hand, and pointed toward the Demon Suppression Bureau's Martial Arts Arena. "Since it's come to this, how about a battle in the Martial Arts Arena?"
"Let's see just what you, the 'genius,' are made of!"
"No need to bother." Chu Fan refused flatly, his tone calm yet brimming with unshakable confidence. "To deal with trash like you, a few quick moves will be more than enough."
"This open space right here will do."
"What did you say?!" The sneer on Tang Tinghua's face froze instantly, his expression turning livid.
He'd seen arrogance before, but never anything like this!
