A little biased, Mo Xuan rapped Shi Feng on the head. He said with a stern expression, "Sister Lin is so strong. How could she possibly lose?"
As he spoke, Mo Xuan hit him again and demanded, "Are you saying you think Sister Lin will lose?"
Hit twice in a row, Shi Feng clutched his head and looked at Mo Xuan, displeased. "If you want to talk, then just talk! Why are you hitting my head!?"
"I'm just worried about Sister Lin. Why are you accusing me like that?" Shi Feng protested, clearly unhappy.
In the fighting ring, Lin Jingjing pushed herself up from the ground. She covered her mouth and coughed violently, spitting up blood.
That blow was truly vicious. It had drawn blood.
Seeing Lin Jingjing's wretched state, a triumphant smile spread across Bei He's face.
"Scared yet?" Bei He asked. "If you are, then just surrender. It'll save me the trouble of crippling or killing you."
As she spoke, her smug expression made many in the crowd grind their teeth in hatred.
