As the darkness fades away, the aftermath of the fierce battle begins to fade away.

In the crowd's vision, there are two figures standing quietly on the platform, Han Xiaozi's body, the breath rolling, behind the constantly emerging shadows, leaf dust, the whole body breath restrained, a pair of eyes looking straight ahead, no surprise, no expression.

"Neither top nor bottom?"

The crowd felt a little incredible, so horrible collision, these two people, unexpectedly not injured, is a draw, win or lose.

puff!

At this moment, Han Xiaozi's body began to tremble violently. His body bent and his palm covered his chest, but still he spit out a mouthful of...