Chapter Two Hundred Twenty-Five
Master Zhong looked left and right, neither of these two were easy to deal with.
The swordsman had finished off his opponents with a single strike up to now.
As for Long Xiaoshan...
Master Zhong's body trembled, the terrifying golden flames seemed to reappear before his eyes, and finally, he extended his hand, pointing towards Tang Mo, "You then, come."
Ah!
A stir went through the crowd.
It was one thing for Wang Chao to mysteriously challenge Yu Cheng first in the earlier match.
Wang Chao, with his mad-demon-like boxing king behavior, could be explained as an oddity.
However, Master Zhong, though shadowy and dark, did not come across as a fool in his previous two battles, but rather as a crafty old fox, toying with his opponents at will.
Such a sly old fox.
He still didn't choose Long Xiaoshan, the easy pick.
It simply bewildered everyone in the arena.
