"I'm here to kill you! Didn't you say you've always been suppressing me? Good. Tonight, we fight to decide the victor, a battle of life and death!" Looking at Lin Kuang, Gao Dongran's eyes blazed with fighting spirit.
He had trained relentlessly for over a year with the singular goal of defeating Lin Kuang. Lin Kuang had long cast a shadow over him, a shadow he had to extinguish by killing the man himself.
"Oh, so you came here to die," Lin Kuang said with a smile. "Fine by me. If you want to die, I'll happily oblige. Tell me, where would you like to die?"
"There's an open field in the suburbs. It's deserted—perfect for our battle," Gao Dongran said coldly, suppressing the rage in his heart.
"Oh, not bad, not bad at all. You've even chosen your own burial ground. In that case, let's go. I will grant you your death," Lin Kuang said calmly, his composed demeanor making it clear he didn't take Gao Dongran seriously in the slightest.
