"Dammit! How can this kid be so strong?"
Chen Tiequan's eyes were icy cold, his gaze filled with killing aura. How could I have never expected Yang Qi to win every single match? He's eliminated everyone from our Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall until only Zhang Rong is left. If I had known Yang Qi was this strong, I should have listened to my daughter, Chen Li, from the beginning. I really need to think about how to handle this… This is simply too embarrassing.
"No, it's fine. Zhang Rong will definitely win!" Chen Tiequan gritted his teeth, his hands clenched into tight fists. He was trying to reassure himself, but his nervousness was obvious.
On the stage, Zhang Rong stared coldly at Yang Qi. "Don't think you can beat me just because you beat them! Before me, you're still laughably weak!"
"Are you done with your nonsense? Then let's begin," Yang Qi said with a yawn. "After this is over, I have other things to attend to. I don't have time to waste on you!"
