It was too sudden.
Did he hear it wrong?
"Master, Xiang Shixiong really lost," his disciple added.
Ouyang Fuze looked at the battle platform with a black face. Xiang Anyu was kneeling on the ground, holding his stomach, looking extremely ugly.
Lost?
Ouyang Fuze felt as if his heart had been hit. His breathing became tight. Did Xiang Anyu really lose?
He had only been on stage for a short time.
If it was Grant who lost, he could accept it. After all, Xiang Anyu was his carefully cultivated disciple. But the result was completely opposite to what he had expected. Xiang Anyu had only been on stage for a short time, and he actually lost?
"Master, I'm sorry to disappoint you," Xiang Anyu walked down from the platform with a painful expression. "I was too careless and lost the battle."
He didn't expect that an unknown guy would be so strong. From the moment he stepped on the stage, he felt immense pressure. Punch after punch, he was beaten the whole time.
