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"This..."
Inside the luxurious box with excellent positioning and view, Wu Xue Ning, who had been muttering just moments ago, now had a pretty face that had turned rigid.
Wang Anan was a well-known young expert in the capital city.
Yet he was beaten by Wang Liyao like a grandson, running around the arena, holding his head, wailing in misery.
Several times, Wang Anan had tried to flee the field; surely if you can't win, you can stop fighting, right? However, Wang Liyao intercepted him with a ghostly speed, using the sword scabbard to strike with waves of scabbard Qi, making him howl in agony.
Tragic, truly tragic!
"Ahem~" Wu Xue Ning shivered, blinking her big eyes at Wu Zhixing, "Zhixing, my dear grandson, that great Celestial Pride Liyao looks quite formidable. Seeing you drift around all day, I wonder if you're even a worthy opponent for her?"
