"Everyone, calm down, don't panic, don't panic."
Lin Fan reassured the crowd, trying to ease their nervousness. These people had clearly underestimated him. With such concern over a mere challenge, it was evident they'd need to see his skills firsthand to truly appreciate his talents.
"Junior Brother, you absolutely cannot be careless," Yang Gang said.
Soon after.
A few figures approached from the distance.
Leading them was none other than King Zhao Xian. Although his face was bruised and battered, his aura remained imposing. Upon locking eyes with Lin Fan, his expression instantly twisted into a wrathful snarl.
"You scoundrel, it's you."
Even though King Zhao Xian hadn't clearly seen who kicked him, his gut intuition left no doubt—it had to be this seemingly innocent-looking guy standing there with an air of nonchalance.
Damn it, just seeing that face had his previously calm emotions boiling over again.
