Yet there was still a cold smirk hanging on his face. That smile carried a kind of confidence and chill, as if victory was already in his grasp.
Ye Qingchen and Xue Zhao did not relax their vigilance. They kept up the offensive, but they also noticed the leader's confident expression.
The leader wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze sweeping coldly over Ye Qingchen and Xue Zhao. There was a hint of mockery in his voice: "You think that beating me means you've won?"
Ye Qingchen and Xue Zhao exchanged a look, a bad premonition rising in their hearts.
"Let me tell you, even if you defeat me, you're still not getting out of here today." The leader sneered, cold light flashing in his eyes. "We're just the appetizer. The real powerhouse is about to arrive."
