"Hehe."
Shang Wenming chuckled, waiting for Lu Lin's attack.
Just now, facing other fighters, he did the same thing.
When those people thought they had attacked him, he sent them flying.
He didn't move.
Lu Lin didn't move either.
Although Lu Lin was there to beat weaklings, his ability was already higher than the opponent's; attacking now would be somewhat embarrassing.
The two of them stood still on the stage for about thirty seconds.
Shang Wenming finally couldn't wait any longer.
He had already defeated most of the fighters from Wild Kill Martial Arts Hall.
Lu Lin was the last one, the sooner the fight ends, the sooner the job is done.
Thinking of this, Shang Wenming stepped forward to stand before Lu Lin.
He swung his fist down.
"Kid, I gave you a chance..."
Before he could finish, Lu Lin had already grabbed his fist.
He shook his head slightly.
"You're too slow."
Upon hearing this, Shang Wenming immediately froze.
