Luo Shengfeng introduced it eloquently: "How about that handsome guy with the knife? His name is Wu Yijun. He is amazing. He has been the champion for four consecutive years. If he wins the championship again this year, he will be able to get his unique skills.

It’s so enviable.”

"Well, that wretched man who picks his nose, his name is Liu Kousui. Although he looks like an idiot, he is very powerful. In the past few games, he has maintained a record of victory."

"Drooling? Who named me?" Feng Zihun said.

"That's not the point."

"Yes, the important thing is that he has nostrils, not drooling."

"And that one, the one who is leaning against the wall and acting serious. His name is Lan Hu... Don't do this to me. I don't know where his name came from. This man is so powerful. Anything is possible.

He can turn his hands into weapons. In the last match, he almost demolished the ring. He and his opponent shattered the ring. In the end, this guy just picked up a brick from the ring and knocked his opponent unconscious.

"

"That one is called Hua Yi. He is known as a swordsman who can rival Wu Yijun. In this competition, everyone thinks that he is the only one who can compete with Wu Yijun."

"That beautiful and somewhat inhuman girl is named Hua Yiyu. Don't be fooled by her beautiful appearance. She is a rose with thorns, cold and unsmiling. Even the instructors praised her as a martial arts wizard.

Woolen cloth."

Feng Zihun clenched his fists, and there was a look of determination on his brows, "One day, I will stand on this stage and compete with them."

"What trick does a monkey use to steal peaches?" Luo Shengfeng glanced at Feng Zihun with disdain.
Chapter completed!