On the third floor, Fang Ziming stared intently at Lin Mu, his hand tightening around his wine glass.
CRACK!
The glass shattered. Crimson, blood-like wine mixed with fresh blood flowed down his hand. Paying the injury no mind, he turned to Hai Feng in the ring and uttered three words.
"Kill him!"
Hai Feng nodded silently, his face filled with murderous intent as he looked at Lin Mu.
"Fine, since you've decided, have it your way," the referee announced. "Now, the match begins!"
After speaking, the referee stepped aside, his expression indifferent. He had already warned Lin Mu, after all. If the man stubbornly sought death, he couldn't blame anyone but himself.
Hai Feng, though only 1.6 meters tall and slim, possessed explosive strength. As the champion with a hundred consecutive wins, his skill was beyond doubt.
