Zhou Leng's clothes were as usual, neither disordered nor damaged.
Only covered in blood splatters.
From start to finish, his feet never stopped moving.
A student rushed onto the podium, grasping the microphone tightly, his indignation boiling, shouting loudly.
"Zhou Leng! We know you are powerful, our Western Sea Martial Arts Academy has lost, and we won't deny it!"
"Today, you are victorious!"
"But this behavior of taking advantage of others is despicable."
"If you are from Dragon Country, if you are a man, a Martial Artist, then fight outwardly first, defeat Miller of Eagle Alliance, then come and challenge our Western Sea Martial Arts Academy!"
"And not take advantage of others."
"Otherwise, you will never earn our respect!"
Students of the Western Sea Martial Arts Academy looked at the ground covered with injured people, their hearts heavy and faces solemn.
This student voiced the sentiments of everyone.
Then, Zhou Leng's voice echoed throughout the venue.
