"Is it your turn now?" Lin Kuang asked calmly, looking at Fan Molun across from him.
Upon hearing this, Fan Molun regained his composure, his expression turning cold once more. "The King of the Underworld truly lives up to his name. Your strength is indeed formidable," he said seriously, his face a cold mask.
"Words are useless. I'm in a hurry, so get on with it. Once I've dealt with you, I need to go back for dinner. There isn't much time left," Lin Kuang said, glancing at the time. It was almost eleven-thirty.
Fan Molun was stunned for a moment, then his face darkened. He's clearly not taking me seriously! Going back for dinner is more important than fighting me? This is infuriating!
With that thought, Fan Molun took a deep breath, calming himself to prevent his agitation from affecting the fight. "King of the Underworld, you are truly arrogant," he said, suppressing the rage in his heart.
"Mm. I've always been this way," Lin Kuang replied coolly.
