Mu Cheng advised from the sidelines.
"Brother Su, losing isn't shameful. Don't risk your life just to show off."
Du Jing's Book also advised.
The others from West Martial cheered loudly in encouragement.
"How proud! My brother-in-law is actually going to duel with Meng Yang. I wouldn't dare to challenge Meng Yang myself."
Yang Lezhi wiped his tears with Xu Baiyan's sleeve.
Earlier, he was punched in the face by Mu Cheng, and his eyes wouldn't stop tearing up.
"If you use my clothes to wipe your tears again, I'll break your leg."
Xu Baiyan stared coldly at Yang Lezhi.
"Aren't you moved?"
Yang Lezhi asked.
"I'm afraid Su Yue will recklessly push himself. Fists and feet have no eyes, and Meng Yang's Lightning Fist isn't a joke."
Xu Baiyan's face was full of worry.
Only those close to you worry in such a different way.
Liao Ping and Zhou Yuncan leaned weakly against their chairs.
Too lazy to say anything.
They were all peers, classmates.
