C109 Wishful Thinking

On the arena, Gao Feng had already stopped. He stood with his hands behind his back and his long hair fluttering in the wind, with eyes like stars flashing and as cold as a thousand year old ice, looking at Huo Qiuwei who was clutching his arm and almost fainting from the pain, he said coldly, "You are not my opponent, you can go. "But I'm warning you, don't mess with me anymore