"There's no need to make it so complicated."
Tang Ming smiled as he spoke, looking playfully at Wan Yong, "If he's too afraid to go first, then I will."
"Bullshit, who said I'm afraid to go first."
Though a bit worried inside, Wan Yong was instantly furious when he heard Tang Ming's words.
"What do you mean?"
Tang Ming laughed, asking strangely, "So what you're saying is you'll go first?"
"I..."
Wan Yong stepped forward.
"Calm down, calm down."
Qian Bujun quickly stepped forward to hold Wan Yong back, quietly reminding him, "Even if you might surpass my score, you're now one of the two favorites to win the martial arts contest along with Tang Xin, and your strengths are similar. Going first is too much of a disadvantage. This round is crucial; don't fall for his provocation."
"Yeah, yeah."
Zhao Tianba also nodded repeatedly, looking at Tang Ming with disdain, "Kid, if you're really capable, you go first. Stop playing tricks here."
