The sound of the hooligans cheering for Xin Jiasheng erupted in the hall.
Qin Feng remained unyielding despite the lack of support.
His lack of reaction backfired on Xin Jiasheng, who was already nearing his limits. It felt to him as if he had smashed his fists into a pile of soft cotton, doing zero damage to his opponent.
"What's the matter? Are you pulling out now? Your battle numbers are nowhere to be seen. Chickening out I suppose?"
Xin Jiasheng proudly displayed his battle number which quantified his raw strength, internal strength and other specifications. As arrogant as he might be, his stats clearly stated that he was a "talent-class" challenger, meaning he was quite the capable fighter.
