Liao Huo is eight years older than him, can't be that those eight years were just from eating without purpose.
The opponent is also the most outstanding disciple of Shaolin at present, and even the top youth martial arts figure in the entire Great Chu.
Honestly speaking, it's not easy to fight.
But after a while, Meng Chuan's expression gradually calmed, and after figuring it out, he sighed:
"Overall, it's surely much better than the shame at the mountain gate hall that day!"
His strength is rapidly improving, from being far weaker than the opponent to gradually closing in, even...
"No matter how many trump cards he has, he doesn't have more than I do. Even though the current Liao Huo is much stronger than he was at Shaolin Temple that day.
But unfortunately, I am definitely stronger now!"
Growing confident within, at this moment, Meng Chuan's eyes seemed to contain ten thousand rays of light.
He is not blindly confident, but has evidence to rely on.
