He stepped forward directly towards Ren Feifan!
Five fingers forming claws tore through the air, thrilling and suspenseful!
Ren Feifan was naturally unfazed, just as he was about to take action!
The arena trembled!
Amidst a surge of rolling white fog!
In the white mist, an old man with silver hair, somewhat scruffy, leisurely walked out.
Clad in a coarse gray hemp shirt and wearing slippers woven from some unknown material, he held a large and tattered gourd bottle and swaggered towards the arena.
Taking a fierce swig of the strong liquor from the gourd, a hint of enjoyment flashed in his eyes.
Such disheveled air, who knows how long it's been since he last bathed, reaching such a "state"...
Soon, under the gaze of the crowd, the old man swayed to Ren Feifan's side: "Hehe, kid, you really got in here!"
Under everyone's dumbfounded eyes, he patted Ren Feifan's shoulder, laughing heartily with the smell of alcohol!
