He paused, then made a suggestion that surprised even Qin Feng.
"So, let's not have a live-fire battle, and let's not enter a private domain. We'll go to a custom room in the Imperial Arena and lock our vitality indexes at 7,200! We'll compete solely on our killing arts and combat techniques! How about it?"
Qin Yonglin looked at Qin Feng, the desire for battle in his eyes practically burning.
"I'm just dying to see what your spear can do."
This was a true Martial Fool.
A pure Martial Artist—the kind who would willingly discard his greatest advantage just for a fair duel against a worthy opponent.
***
Qin Yonglin's battle intent was scorching, as pure as a flame without a single impurity. Faced with such fervor, Qin Feng found he couldn't refuse—nor did he want to.
Dueling with powerful opponents was what he craved most.
