Seeing that the seats in the stands were starting to fill up one after another, Lu Wushuang wanted to make a final effort to persuade him to stay.
"Need not."
Lu Fan stood up calmly: "Have you never lived an ordinary life?"
"Huh?" Lu Wushuang's beautiful eyes froze slightly.
"Generally, when a man goes on a long trip, he brings back some gifts for his wife and children, either some souvenirs or a sign of success."
"There is nothing to bring to Jinling. My wife has also been here, so I can only go back as the number one in the ancient martial arts competition."
Having said this, he glanced at Lu Wushuang suspiciously: "Do you understand?"
Lu Wushuang's pretty face sank.
"Forget it, you won't understand even if I say it. I'm about to go on stage. Come on for me."
Under the spotlight of everyone, Lu Fan was the first to step down from the stands and slowly walked onto the ancient martial arts arena.
He stood alone with his hands behind his back. He could no longer see the demeanor of a great master that he had shown when he defeated Luo Gusha in the previous round.
Instead, there was a kind of indifference.
He just stood there quietly, without any murderous aura or edge, as if he was an old man who had been famous for a long time, looking at the world indifferently.
"boom!"
An afterimage flickered, fell from the sky, and landed steadily in front of Lu Fan.
"I finally meet you."
The bloody clothes on Nangong Wuxiu's body have become brand new.
Instead, he was wearing a smart black suit, but his expression was elegant, his skin was fair, and there was no trace of any martial arts training.
He smiled slightly and said, showing his white teeth: "I knew from the beginning that my final opponent would definitely be you."
There was no tense situation or a show of force. The two of them faced each other for the first time, but they seemed to be talking happily as if they were two friends who had never met before.