Chen Tianlong didn't speak again, because he had already determined that the opponent had fallen into the trap. Regardless of Huang Zhong's purpose, this time, Chen Tianlong would not go easy.
At this moment, a burst of Qi had already condensed in his chest; every time before a battle, Chen Tianlong would do this.
Actually, this series of preparations is what a cultivator does before a fight, just that Chen Tianlong intentionally or unintentionally has begun to step into the level of cultivators without knowing it.
As his father said, what's lacking is just a trigger.
Looking at Chen Tianlong, who was already prepared, Huang Zhong smiled coldly, suddenly feeling a bit excited. It had been a long time since he had faced a good opponent. Hopefully this time, Chen Tianlong wouldn't disappoint him, as long as he didn't fall after two rounds.
"Hey!"
