"No time to waste, let the match begin!"
In the next instant, Hai Qinglan swept his big hand out, an endless mighty Strength roaring as it exploded. With a deafening boom, the pitted, uneven ground beneath their feet was actually slapped flat by his palm, forming an incredibly level, spacious gigantic arena.
This old man's control over Strength had clearly reached an extremely profound level.
"Rise!"
Then, Hai Qinglan let out a low shout. As the earth trembled with a rumbling roar, that sunken arena actually began to slowly rise up. Only after it lifted about three zhang above the ground did it finally stop ascending.
"Both sides, get up on the stage!"
Hai Qinglan swept a gloomy gaze over the three genius representatives the Human Clan had sent out. To be honest, he knew nothing about these juniors, and had absolutely no confidence in them.
Especially that Wenren Zhan: arrogant and conceited. He would probably eat a crushing defeat.
"Crack crack!"
