The group of Extreme Martial Artists hired by the Wang Family Martial Arts Arena were staring at Lin Xuan with a killing aura.
Among them, one person was particularly furious. His figure flickered, and in an instant, he appeared on the arena.
"Kid, come and meet your death!" the voice was filled with a killing intent.
Lin Xuan looked up and saw that the young man on the arena had a pale face with gaunt cheeks, looking from a distance like a bamboo pole.
"Sure, I can come," Lin Xuan said with a smile. "But you're so thin; my Wind Realm wouldn't blow you away, would it?"
Hearing this, the surrounding Martial Artists couldn't help but laugh, while the skinny young man on the arena bellowed in fury.
"I'm so pissed off! Kid, hurry up and come here to die!"
Lin Xuan snorted coldly. His figure flickered, and he appeared on the arena in an instant, with an astonishing speed.
