C311 Who Said That I Don't Have an Artifact Spirit!

Right now.

Today was the day he would face off against Yang Yun.

At the heart of the training field, on the central stage, stood a youth around fifteen or sixteen years old, with a hint of handsomeness about him.

This young man was none other than Yang Yun himself.

Yang Yun exuded an imposing aura, his face betraying a streak of wild defiance