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 take with me in Jinling. My wife has also been here, so I can only go back as the number one in the ancient martial arts competition."
At this point, 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 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 he didn't look like he was practicing martial arts at all.
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, no competition in terms of momentum. The two people faced each other for the first time, but they seemed to be two friends who had never met before, chatting happily.
"oh?"
Lu Fan raised his eyebrows: "Why?"
"Feel."
Nangong Wuxiu smiled gently: "My feelings are never wrong. From the moment I saw you, I knew that you would reach the end and be qualified to stand in front of me and compete for this Shenglong.
The champion of the Banggu Martial Arts Competition."
"They all say you are lucky. That's because they don't understand you at all. They can't see where you are strong. Only I can see why you are strong!"
Warriors never think of feelings as something illusory.
Especially extremely powerful warriors firmly believe that feeling is also part of their own strength.
It can often save your life when you least expect it.
Lu Fan also looked at the young and powerful man in front of him with some curiosity, who was known as the number one young master in the world today, and then grinned: "It sounds like you understand me very well, this is just the first time we have met.
, and we are rivals, not friends, and I am not interested in being friends with you. Since it is a competition, don’t waste time and just attack."
"I want to discuss something with you."
Nangong Wuxiu was unmoved and said calmly: "I don't think it's interesting to continue fighting. This is suitable for the weak. For the two of us, one move is enough to determine the winner."
one move!
Lu Fan looked at him deeply: "Do you want to fight with me in a single move?"
"Yes."
Nangong Wuxiu said proudly: "You and I can only use one move. Whoever is defeated by the opponent's move must take the initiative to admit defeat and withdraw from this arena."
"Of course, fists and feet have no eyesight. If one of us dies due to the other's moves, we can only accept defeat and blame ourselves for being inferior to others."
