"Old Man Su, it looks like you're going to lose this time, haha!"
On the competition stage, the emaciated Dai Yunshen, with a face full of smugness, patted the Black Cloud Soul Iron in front of him and arrogantly jutted his chin toward Su Hao across from him.
The two had competed many times and knew each other well. Dai Yunshen was well aware that his Purple Heart Lotus Fire held a stability advantage over Su Hao's Nine Yang Spirit Fire. As long as he made no mistakes, he was likely to win.
Su Hao laughed heartily, "You're saying this now—aren't you afraid of speaking too soon and getting slapped in the face later? There won't be anywhere to put your old face then."
Dai Yunshen scoffed, "Slapped in the face? How much weight do you think you carry? Don't I know how stable your Nine Yang Spirit Fire is? What could you possibly use to win against me—your head?"
Su Hao laughed again, "You only know after the competition."
