"That's possible too! If they're leading significantly, the Hua Clan team would naturally notice. From this motivation aspect, it makes sense!"
"Damn! These guys seriously underestimate us. Next round, I'll take the stage and destroy them!"
Meng Weize spat viciously. Losing to someone else isn't shameful, but being ignored before the match even starts is a bit hurtful.
What do they say about this? Low harm but highly damaging!
The third round ended in this leisurely manner, and Meng Weize, who was boiling with anger, couldn't wait to step on stage. After taking the rod from Xiao Kai, he gave Wang Xiaomin a very unfriendly look.
Just as Wang Xiaomin was switching out, he looked over. Their eyes met in mid-air.
One had a fierce, frowning expression; the other had a sharp look in his eyes. After a brief confrontation, in terms of momentum, they were evenly matched.
"What's up?" Wang Xiaomin slightly raised the corner of his mouth and asked.
