"You... What are you doing there!" Fuming, Sun Zhengzong jerked a finger at Yunxiao. "I thought we are having a match now!"
At some point, Yunxiao had found himself a fruit and was gnawing at it with his back leaning against the railing, smiling and nodding from time to time.
Sun Zhengzong almost coughed out a mouthful of blood when he saw that. He was trembling all over as he bellowed, "Master Yuan Hao, please throw him out of the match and declare him a loser!"
Yunxiao threw the pit off the platform and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then said disdainfully, "Are you a fool? We have two hours. How long has it been? Can't I even eat some fruit to replenish my strength?"
Yuan Hao was somewhat speechless, but he waved and said, "Zhengzong, just focus on your own refining. Before the time runs up, he hasn't lost the match!"
Sun Zhengzong snorted coldly. "Keep making a fool of yourself. I will make you kneel and weep in front of me later!"
