Xiang Ning’s heart started racing when he saw Fang Zhenyuan appear beside him. He had never seen a fight between tier seven martial artists before, but it seemed that today would be the day. He clenched his fist in anticipation. 

“Sigh, I really regret letting you date my daughter. I can’t even live in peace,” Fang Zhenyuan sighed. He had not once let his gaze drift away from Envy.

Xiang Ning took back whatever respect he had felt.

“Alright, I know you’re strong. I’ll block the attacks from that tier seven bastard. You just need to kill the mutants and block the stampede for another thirty minutes. Reinforcements will arrive soon,” Fang Zhenyuan ordered...