"Fifty thousand Spirit Crystals in hand!"
Su Han clapped his hands, glanced at Gao Haifeng's Primordial Spirit, and waved, "Let's go, I won't kill you."
"Thank you, sir."
Gao Haifeng took a deep breath, looking at Su Han with a gaze full of apprehension.
Even now, he couldn't understand how Su Han's speed, also at the Mortal Realm level, could be that fast. He felt he had reached the limits of the Mortal Realm, and although speed was not his forte, he wasn't particularly slow either.
But today, he realized the meaning of there being always someone beyond the extraordinary.
...
"Next, is the fourth match..."
"Boom!"
A punch descended, the body shattered!
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"The fifth match..."
"Boom!"
Still just one punch.
...
"The sixth match..."
"Boom!"
Undoubtedly, a one-punch kill.
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"The seventh match..."
"The eighth match..."
"The ninth match..."
"The tenth match!!!"
...
Towards the end, even the voice of the staff turned into a roar.
"Rain God!!!"
