First, practice martial arts. After a long time, Lu Ang exhaled slowly, stabilizing his stance.
The bear shadow behind him seemed torn apart by the wind, dissolving into chaotic dark light, all absorbed into his body.
At the first glance at his phone, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.
The sixth place...
"...Meng Chuan?"
He had fallen to seventh place; this kid had climbed over him?
Martial arts talent is not unchanging.
The Celestial King's physique has changed numerous times, with muscles all over, a trifecta of flowers, and extraordinary bones.
This kid, how did he do it...
Lu Ang shook his head, thinking to remind him to hide his ranking.
Among the top hundred nationwide, Meng Chuan is the only one under fifty, attracting too much attention.
Sometimes, things known in people's hearts are akin to saying them behind the scenes.
Exposing them openly makes them stand out, appearing like a thorn to some people...
