"That is Lin Mu." Francis looked at Lin Mu and said to Ivan.
"Lin... Lin Mu?" Ivan was shocked, unable to believe that his opponent was none other than Lin Mu from the Flying Dragon Sect, who had given the Tsar a major headache and taken down Sharapova.
"That's right, it's Lin Mu. He certainly doesn't come with good intentions!" Although Francis was flattering his opponent, his expression was very relaxed, as if praising an unrelated person, and he showed no fear of Lin Mu.
Lin Mu was also quite surprised to see Francis here. He had heard that Francis was very skilled in martial arts, and it seemed to be true now.
"Oh, big guy, so you're Francis?" Lin Mu laughed and said to Francis.
Francis didn't mind Lin Mu calling him a big guy. Instead, he smiled and said to Lin Mu, "Lin Mu, I'm surprised at how bold you are, daring to leave Wancheng and come to our territory."
"Come on, what do you think you are? Why wouldn't I dare to come?" Lin Mu shrugged.
