This gave him a sense of not caring about selling off the ancestral land.
Li Yuzhe sighed deeply.
On the arena.
Wang Shouzhe threw out handfuls of Fire Dragon Fruits, causing the arena to burst open, while the icy storm erupted simultaneously. The primary effect was to interrupt Jii Mingyu's powerful attack, which was being prepared.
"Pfft!"
The counterforce turned Jii Mingyu's face pale, and he spat a mouthful of blood.
While he was bewildered, he suddenly heard Wang Shouzhe's voice in his ear: "Brother Mingyu, I thought I'd teach you a lesson. Your big attack takes a bit too long to accumulate power, not really suitable for arena combat."
"Plus, you're too talkative, which can give the enemy a chance to turn the tables."
"Pfft!" This statement provoked Jii Mingyu, causing him to spit out another mouthful of blood. He angrily rebuked, "Aren't you also being too chatty, giving me an opportunity at the comeback?"
