Frederick stood up. Although there was still a fighting spirit on his face, his aura was not as wild and overbearing as it had been at the start.
After the consecutive battles, Frederick was no longer a match for Ren Feng; he was even being suppressed to the point of losing his temper.
He stood there, chest heaving, and the cabin seemed to quiet down for a moment.
"Whether I live or die today, this battle should at least feel satisfying to me."
Frederick said in a deep voice.
"As you wish," Ren Feng said coldly.
With the sound of that, Frederick's aura surged again, but it was the last of his strength.
He charged at Ren Feng, and the two clashed once more.
Song Ziwen and the others could only see the two exchanging blows continuously, and the surrounding seats being blasted into a mess, unable to even see the moves clearly.
But just then, a crisp sound emerged as Ren Feng's fist struck the glass.
