"You're too late."
The three words landed, crisp as ice striking jade, causing Lin Kong's brow to twitch. But he quickly shook his head and said nonchalantly, "I'm not so sure I'm late. You, however, are as arrogant as ever. Declaring victory before the fight has even begun... You truly don't take me seriously at all!"
VMMMM!
As he spoke, the aura around Lin Kong grew more solitary and chillingly cold, like a timeless, frozen pool.
When wisps of this aura brushed against Zhong Ming, he too felt a distinct chill.
However, this wisp of cold was swiftly incinerated by the scorching light radiating from Zhong Ming's body.
Then, in the next instant, a candle-like flame flickered in Zhong Ming's left eye, and a searing, terrifying pressure crashed down upon Lin Kong.
"This isn't arrogance, just a statement of fact... Huh?!"
His words came to an abrupt halt as a hint of surprise flickered in Zhong Ming's eyes.
