Upon hearing these words, everyone was stunned for a moment, then turned to look.
From among the crowd, a person stepped forward.
It was Zhou Yu.
Han Minghao was initially taken aback, then sneered:
"Zhou Yu?"
"What?"
"So many experts from the Human List can do nothing, and you, a worthless one who can't even make it onto the Human List, want to try?"
Zhou Yu glanced at Han Minghao and said indifferently:
"If I'm worthless, then having been defeated by someone worthless, what does that make you?"
"You..."
Han Minghao, publicly having his wound exposed by Zhou Yu, was naturally furious.
Losing to Zhou Yu had already spread throughout Hu City's upper society. Originally hailed as the best among the young generation of Hu City, since that banquet, no one referred to him as such again.
This matter still left Han Minghao bitter.
Zhou Yu sneered.
"You should be thankful that you fought me a month ago."
"And that was when I was weakest."
