"Brother Chen, do you want to go first or should I?"
"A loss is inevitable, so what's the point of order? I'll go first."
These two had known Xue Haoping for a long time and came together. One was named Chen Xiongchao, the other Liu Dongyang.
The cultivation of the four was similar, neck and neck.
So Chen Xiongchao and Liu Dongyang had no confidence in defeating Qin Yi and only hoped to lose without disgrace.
Chen Xiongchao's figure flickered, leaping onto the arena with a few steps.
"From Meitang City, Chen Family's Chen Xiongchao, please enlighten me!"
Chen Xiongchao wielded a long whip, a soft weapon difficult to master but with more cunning attack angles than sword or blade once grasped.
Qin Yi slightly tilted his head, "Please!"
Whoosh!
Chen Xiongchao's wrist lightly shook, the seven to eight-meter-long whip seemed to come alive, curling like a snake toward Qin Yi.
Qin Yi's mouth slightly curled, suddenly lifted his hand, and a fearsome suction burst from his palm.
