Prince Jin's face looked somewhat displeased.
Especially after catching a glimpse of that flushed and embarrassed face of the Western Xia Warrior.
He felt even more at a loss for words.
Just felt like he had nowhere to put his old face.
The boast he just made was hard to back down from!
He glared fiercely at that warrior.
The implication was:
'Fight well for me, there'll be a reward if you win, but if you lose...'
The warrior also felt humiliated, and his face visibly showed anger.
The second round began.
The Western Xia Warrior roared fiercely, like a thunderclap.
His iron fists, carrying an aura of overwhelming dominance, smashed straight toward Zhao Junyan.
The velocity was like a gust of wind whistling past, with a chilling presence wherever they passed.
Zhao Junyan's long eyes narrowed slightly, his form spun lightly to evade.
This time, however, the opponent didn't give him any chance.
His fist speed was extremely fast, pursuing Zhao's form with urgency.
