“You don’t need to know who I am,” the masked man replied with open disdain. “You just need to know that I’m about to defeat you. After all, the only thing a loser needs to know is that he’s lost. Nothing more.”

Yang Qi could sense that there was immense power brewing within the man, something that he was obviously prepared to release in a devastating attack. Smiling faintly, Yang Qi said, “You talk big. But the truth is that you’re nervous, otherwise you wouldn’t be hiding your power like this. Go ahead and attack whenever you’re ready. Truth be told, I don’t care what your name is, because you’re right; the only thing a loser needs to know is that he’s been beaten. By me. Nothing more.”

WHOOSH!

Unexpectedly, Yang Qi took the initiative, appearing right in front of the man and reaching out to grab his mask.

Many onlookers gasped in amazement at his display of speed. It was actually a consummate palm technique from the Seventy-Two...