The crowd looked on in astonishment, their faces filled with confusion.
"Zhao Dong just finished his match! Competing again so soon isn't fair!"
"I request a half-hour break for him to rest!"
Before the host could object, Hong Wu let out a cold laugh, stood up, and declared, "Half an hour? Even if you gave him half a month, how could he possibly escape death? Fine. I'll grant Mayor Tang this favor and give him half an hour!"
After all, Tang Yuntian was the mayor, so Hong Wu had to show him some respect.
Zhao Dong didn't object. He immediately sat cross-legged and began to recover. Kou Hongmin is a formidable opponent. I can't take him lightly; I must get myself into peak condition!
As Zhao Dong meditated, waves of discussion erupted around him, filling the entire stadium with passionate debate. Eighty percent of the crowd didn't think much of Zhao Dong's chances, while only twenty percent believed he had a sliver of hope.
