C1391 None of You Are His Match

Ye Fann heard him and turned his head to look.

He saw a man who was emitting a bloody aura standing at the gathering point of Slaughter Middle School, staring straight at Ye Fann.

"It's me. What can I do for you?"

When Ye Fann heard this, his expression was indifferent, and he spoke in a calm tone.

"You are very strong. You are qualified to be my opponent