Rong Taotao didn't quite agree. To be honest, the guy was a little extreme.
'After all, you're a "Soul Martial Artist," not a "Martial Artist."'
'That one word, "Soul," naturally includes Soul Pearls and Soul Skills. Some are cultivated on your own, and some can be embedded. That's just the way this world works.'
'What you're supposed to do is adapt to the rules, not stubbornly cling to your own theories and then condemn the world for being unfair...'
But clearly, Rong Taotao had no intention of lecturing the guy, so he said nothing.
Gao Zehua said, "In the same way, we share a similar fate. I've never considered myself the seventh-best in Southern China. Never."
At Gao Zehua's side, Lin Xiaoxiao smiled as well, nodding. "That's right."
Gao Zehua was wearing a microphone. While his voice couldn't carry across the stadium, the mic picked it up, transmitting his words to the commentators and to the countless viewers watching on their TVs and computers at home.
