In the arena, only Lei Ying and NO.2 remained.
One was in a sharp suit with polished leather shoes, the other in camouflage training clothes and silenced boots, forming a stark contrast.
"Do you know how long I've waited for today, Lei Ying? Today, I'm going to take that number one title of yours! I will make you fall before me, even kneel before me, begging for my forgiveness!" NO.2's eyes were filled with excitement as he shouted.
Seeing the crowd's trust in him, NO.2's confidence was soaring.
"You're full of shit!" Lei Ying snorted coldly, rolling up his sleeves and loosening his shoulders.
NO.2 felt humiliated, instantly angry and embarrassed.
The elderly Donna Chen couldn't hold back, "NO.2, why haven't you started yet? Are you here to reminisce? Fight!"
Urged by Donna, NO.2 stopped talking, fixed his gaze on Lei Ying, eyes as bloodthirsty as a wolf's, then crouched slightly, and dashed towards Lei Ying.
His speed was extreme.
