"Wang Xiaoqiang, are you ready? Today is the day of our duel; don't tell me you are not prepared yet," Prince Qii Wangsun said as he approached Wang Xiaoqiang, surrounded by tribal leaders, with a smile on his face.
This time, due to his confidence and assurance, Prince Qii Wangsun no longer concealed his disdainful expression, cold eyes, and playful smile. His tone was relaxed, seemingly as if he had the victory in his grasp. Although the battle had not yet begun, his tone was that of a victor speaking to a defeated.
"To deal with you, do I need preparation?" Wang Xiaoqiang faced Prince Qii Wangsun directly, neither arrogant nor humble, with a calm demeanor, without a hint of imminent crisis or gravity, but rather with a look of disdain.
