Feifei had originally thought the Dragon King would lose, she hadn't expected him to win: "Master, the Dragon King has won."
The result, though surprising, seemed somehow to be expected.
"I knew he was going to win," Wolfman stood up, "It's my turn to meet him and feel his true strength."
He always wanted to challenge the Dragon King.
"Master will surely win with flying colors."
Wolfman just chuckled, "Even if I lose, there's no shame in it, because everyone knows he is the Dragon King, the legend of the Imperial Capital."
"Dragon Lord, this is truly unfortunate." Wolfman bowed to the Dragon King, "The skill of the Dragon King is indeed an eye-opener, and it has made my blood boil. Today I step onto the stage to exchange a few moves with Dragon Lord, I hope you can show mercy and stop at a touch."
Going against the number one master of the Imperial Capital, losing wouldn't be shameful. On the contrary, if he won, the position of the number one master would be his.
