The middle-aged man stepped up to the group of Ye Hao and the others, stopping ten meters away. He asked coldly:
"Who is Ye Hao, step forward."
His words were frigid, as if devoid of any emotion.
Duanmu Renzhi snorted: "Shifty scum, your Sir Duanmu is here, come and challenge me if you have the guts."
Duanmu Renzhi said this because he could also feel the formidable aura of the newcomer. He knew Ye Hao's strength was insignificant before this person's overwhelming power, so he stepped forward to exhaust some of the opponent's strength.
Even though he understood his own power was not enough compared to the middle-aged man's, he couldn't just watch Ye Hao, whose abilities resembled the National Martial Arts eighth level yet seemed like the tenth level, step forward.
The greater his strength, the greater his responsibility.
