"Who?"
"Who?"
"Huh! Where's my mask?"
The masked disciple was a bit puzzled. Just now, a shadow flashed in front of him so quickly that he couldn't see clearly what it was, just a blur.
Then he realized.
His previously warm face now felt a bit chilly. Without the mask, he wasn't used to the open air on his face.
Lin Fan put on the mask, pushing through the crowd. "Excuse me, let me through."
"Excuse me, let me through."
Qin Yang lightly nudged Mu Yu. "Don't be nervous. This guy is about to be beaten so badly, it's going to be downright tragic. How tragic, you ask? Well, it's hard to say exactly, but trust me, it's going to be brutal."
Mu Yu widened her eyes, looking confused and questioning. "Why will it be so bad?"
"Just watch," Qin Yang said with a mysterious smile.
Why will it be bad?
Isn't it obvious? Lin Fan is about to step into the ring, that's why!
