The second Indian to come on stage was a bald man, wearing a Buddha pendant on his ear, looked like a believer. This person had decent skills, but Fang Ming wasn't as monstrous as Song Yun, so his stamina was limited. The second opponent only managed a draw, but shamelessly chose a delaying tactic, causing Fang Ming to run out of stamina and eventually got kicked out of the arena. In the second match, Song Yun's side lost.
The Indian stood proudly on stage, looking disdainfully at Song Yun's side, and said in broken Chinese, "You are too weak."
Although the voice wasn't loud, it was only heard by the people around the venue. Mao Shan grinned and said, "Brother Song Yun, it's my turn next. If I don't beat the crap out of this Ah San, I'll be letting you guys down!"
"Be civilized!" Song Yun said with a smile, "Making him pee his pants will do! Otherwise, it would stink too much."
"Got it!" Mao Shan laughed heartily and walked onto the competition ground.
