C252 The Battle of the Species

The middle-aged man known as Na Ming let out a cold laugh upon hearing the words, responding with a dismissive tone, "What does it matter if it's been passed down for ten thousand years? Didn't we, the Snow Tribe, defeat you in the last Battle of Hundred Races? If the Valu Tribe comes up empty-handed again, are you so certain you can keep your legacy alive?"

"I'd say the Valu Tribe might as well