"Damn, I lost again?"
...
After a few seconds of calm, the crowd below erupted in commotion.
Lin Weizhuo climbed to his feet once more, eyes a bit dazed.
But only dazed for two seconds, he quickly regained his resolve.
"I will come back again tomorrow."
Lin Weizhuo glanced at Lin Zheyu on the stage, indifferently said, then turned around to leave.
Unable to see the departing figure, Lin Zheyu shook his head slightly.
Too weak, with such little skill, he came to challenge.
No wonder Lee Mengxi once said, his sister Lee Mengqi almost claimed a hundred consecutive victory record.
With Lee Mengqi's skill, if all the martial artists in the competition were this weak, it was truly possible.
"Is no one dare to come up?"
Lin Zheyu scanned the area, emitted a domineering aura and said lightly in a condescending manner.
"I'll spar with you!"
As the words fell, a muscular man around 2.3 meters tall jumped onto the arena.
