Huang Liu sarcastically said: Coward!
Che Duli said angrily: If you can do it, come on!
Huang Liu would not be fooled: There is no conflict between Han Feng and me, why should I listen to you?
Han Feng interrupted, "Cheduri, don't say I won't give you a chance. While I'm still sane, come to the arena and fight me. Let me vent my anger. If you don't fight me, and I find you one day, there will be serious consequences. You have to think carefully about it."
Che Duli said in a trembling voice: You only beat me up and didn't kill me? You must keep your word.
Han Feng: I, Han Feng, always keep my word. If I say I won’t kill you, then I won’t kill you!
Che Duli gritted his teeth and said: Okay, I'll go to the arena with you!
Han Feng: I know there are some people in the group who don't like me. You can all take this opportunity to challenge me! You can come together, I, Han Feng, will take them all!
There were indeed many gods in the group who disliked Han Feng's style of doing things, but no one dared to speak out.
Even Jiao Ji had to give face to Han Feng. This alone was enough to show that Han Feng's identity was not simple.
Even if he couldn't stand Han Feng, he had to endure it.
Jiao Ji: Han Feng, no one dislikes you, so you should hurry to the arena.
Han Feng: Okay.
After a short transmission, everyone arrived at the arena.
Jiao Ji and others sat in the stands, while Han Feng and Che Duli stood on the stage.
Che Duli is thin and plain-looking, and has none of the majestic and domineering aura of a god.
Han Feng took a glance and said coldly: "Are you ready?"
"I'm ready."
After Che Duli finished speaking, he fell directly to the ground, holding his head with his hands and curled up.
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