Zhao Luo was startled for a moment.
Feng Ma looked more drunk than usual, as he stared at Chu Ming and Ai Na, who were fighting on the stage.
Looking at him right now, Zhao Luo felt it hard to differentiate between his friend and a drunk pervert.
'It's understandable since he could be a solo, unlike me!'
Zhao Luo nodded at his thought.
'I already have Mo Anna.'
Zhao Luo glanced to his left and looking at the focused red eyes of Mo Anna, caused him to bloom with a calm smile.
'Boom.'
A sound of blast echoed out from the middle of the stage as Chu Ming and Ai Na.
Zhao Luo also looked at the stage and found Ai Na backing away after their last collision.
"She is winning."
Zhao Luo mumbled as his eyes were already good enough to know which disciple would be a good match for some other disciple.
On the stage.
Chu Ming closed in on Ai Na and suddenly rotated her body while jumping up.
"Ha."
