"This guy... is doomed!"
Song Xi felt somewhat unsatisfied, but she could barely accept this outcome.
At least, her brother stood up for her!
This grievance, she could reluctantly consider relieved.
"Two."
The countdown continued, and Song Zhenrong even deliberately slowed down his tone, seemingly wanting Fang Yu to be fully prepared before he made his move.
This act showcased Song Zhenrong's composure to its fullest and also represented Song Zhenrong's respect for Fang Yu — the respect for the soon-to-be-deceased.
That's right, in Song Zhenrong's view, Fang Yu couldn't withstand this strike.
Because even among martial artists of the same level, there weren't many who could endure this move.
If Fang Yu really could endure it, then, both emotionally and rationally, it would be a sign of respect for Fang Yu's strength, and also a promise to let Fang Yu leave.
"One."
The final countdown fell, and the atmosphere reached its peak in that instant.
