Tournament-5!
Mo Fan, standing on the edge of the ring, looked at Bai Leng with wide eyes.
"Bai Leng, I admit that you are a strong opponent and if I was even a bit more careless, I would've been eliminated just now, but looks like my luck is still strong. You'll realize just how bad your luck is, that I am still in this match!"
Saying that, Mo Fan got into the horse stance with both of his hands to the side. He had understood that if he wanted to win, this skill was the only way.
He had to take Bai Leng by surprise and eliminate him in one go.
His fists began to get engulfed by a dark Misty hue that appeared ominous.
Bai Leng could sense the power contained in this skill that Mo Fan was conjuring.
Recognizing his own strength, Bai Leng contemplated: "This skill... I can't stop it if I face it head-on. Sigh... Looks like I'll have to rely on my weapon for this."