"You..."
"Shouldn't you step down for me?"
Tang Ming walked to the edge of the ring and effortlessly tossed Qian Bujun off it.
Then Tang Ming looked at Qin Fang, who seemed bewildered, and said, "Host, isn't it time to announce the result?"
"Ah, ah! Sure, sure."
Qin Fang nodded repeatedly, snapping out of his shock, and shouted loudly, "Contestant Tang Xin versus contestant Qian Bujun, contestant Tang Xin wins!"
"Done."
The match was over; Tang Ming stepped down from the ring with satisfaction, while playfully glancing at the furrowed brow of Wan Yong.
"You have a technique to blast people away from a distance, and I have my own technique. Now I'm truly looking forward to the fight we will have soon."
This time Wan Yong said nothing but scrutinized Tang Ming with a serious expression!
Until now, he still couldn't figure out how exactly Tang Ming had defeated Qian Bujun; it was completely unscientific.
The match had ended, and the contestants entered a rest period.
