"Lord Chu, with an expression like that, are you so sure you have this won?"
A fierce wind erupted on the stage.
Zhang Tianhao gazed at the placid Chu Fan across from him and gave a slight smile. It seemed almost resigned, but it concealed a razor-sharp edge.
"To be perfectly honest, I have always been a cautious man. I never underestimate any opponent."
He spoke slowly. "I've just been wondering... where does this confidence of yours come from, Lord Chu? The kind of confidence that completely disregards the gap between our Realms?"
Before his voice had faded...
He slowly raised his left hand, his long, slender index finger pointing casually toward the sky.
RUMBLE—!
That one finger seemed to trigger some cosmic mechanism.
In an instant, the wind and clouds churned violently, and the very color of the sky and earth changed!
