"Great!"
"Mr. Lin is amazing!"
"Hahaha, I won again! Mr. Lin is awesome!"
An uproar of cheers erupted from below the stage.
Those who bet on the man in the embroidered robe winning shouted the loudest.
"Is there anyone else who wants to give it a try?"
Lin Weizhuo scanned the martial artists below the stage, speaking with a calm demeanor, fully embodying the role of a master.
"I'll… ah!"
"Holy crap!"
A martial artist suddenly leaped up, trying to rush onto the stage.
However, Lin Zheyu was quicker, effortlessly slapping the opponent away and landing on the platform.
"I'll do it."
Lin Zheyu looked at the martial artist he had sent flying, speaking calmly.
He realized he kind of liked this feeling.
Suppressing the Turtle Breath True Intent and actively stimulating the Tyrant True Intent Seed, he seemed like a different person.
His Essence, Qi, and Spirit were completely different.
He became more overbearing and domineering.
"Great!"
