Prejudice!
This guy is definitely biased against Murong Ziyue!
Xin Lin curled her lips in disdain, thoroughly disparaging Gui Hu.
On the platform, Zhang Zhiqing and Murong Ziyue each launched their attacks.
Initially, both were holding back and within the blink of an eye, after seven or eight moves, it was still difficult to determine the victor.
"You, you're holding back your strength."
With one palm, Murong Ziyue forced Zhang Zhiqing back, her eyes shifting slightly.
Zhang Zhiqing's strength had noticeably increased from the previous round.
It was not apparent to the casual observer, but Murong Ziyue had already noticed it.
"Murong Ziyue, you are very clever, but alas, smart people always make foolish mistakes, someone wants you to lose. If I were you, I would simply concede and avoid the humiliation of a clumsy defeat."
Zhang Zhiqing stroked her forehead, having shed her previous ordinary appearance from the crowd.
