"Mark, come up and accept your fate of death!"
His voice echoed for a long time.
The audience turned to look at the arena. It was a man in a black leather jacket.
He looked to be in his thirties and was quite young.
The man had a sharp killing intent in his eyes. He was a bloody maniac. Judging from his aura, he was definitely an expert.
"He's not simple."
Leroy and Harry said at the same time.
Trevon said, "That's right. He's still hiding his strength. It is hard to say who will win this battle. Mark will be in a difficult position."
"Mark!"
At this time, Reagan roared again.
Swish.
A strong gust of wind blew past when Mark stood on the battle stage.
Reagan narrowed his eyes and stared at Mark like a poisonous snake. He smiled coldly and said, "Old thing, I finally found you!"
