The first rays of sunlight in the morning spilled over the wilderness, illuminating the heaven and earth.
Yang Fan instantly moved.
His dark blue battle suit, under the sunlight, was exceptionally dazzling as he maximized his speed and strength.
However, he did not expect that he had meditated for two hours before and had a solution for the opponent's moves, but when he executed it, he realized that it was not that way.
Couldn't hit the other party, and the situation where he could hit was just a sparring match.
Looking at the swimmingly slant-faced smile, in front of himself, Yang Fan's anger and blood went to his head, and his moves were frequent.
Even sometimes, he almost didn't hold back to use Soul Skill.
"Damn it!"
"If he doesn't use Soul Skill, I will never use it either!"
