"Hmph, you're overestimating Qin Tian."
After his anger, Mo Ziyang stared at Wang Tianqing and laughed: "My disciple, Li Tianxuan, is recognized as the top disciple among the new class, unmatched by others. In this spring martial arts competition, he cruised smoothly while Qin Tian was still trembling against Jiang Feng. Li Tianxuan had already won and enjoyed a cup of tea. You think Qin Tian has a fifty-fifty chance against Li Tianxuan? Hahaha..."
Mo Ziyang laughed heartily and said to Wang Tianqing: "Elder Wang, you better pray that Qin Tian does not encounter my disciple in the next round; otherwise, reaching the semi-finals will be his fate."
Wang Tianqing maintained a faint smile on his face and said: "It's no big deal. I don't care whether my disciple wins or loses, isn't it just a martial arts competition anyway? Haha, I don't have as much attachment to winning and losing as you do."
