Just as Tang Siyu finished speaking, the situation in the arena took a turn. Fang Ziyan, who had been able to hold his ground against Chu Yunfan, was at a disadvantage.
"D*mn it! How is he so strong?!" Fang Ziyan roared angrily.
He had not thought much of Chu Yunfan. After all, he was ranked in the top 20 of his school. In an ordinary high school like No. 13 High, only Ou Yang and Zhang Teng—the first and second rank of this school—were worthy of his attention. If it were an ordinary person, he had no intention of even looking at them. Who knew that this guy who suddenly appeared out of nowhere would be so troublesome? He could suppress Fang Ziyan with just one hand.
"Who the hell are you?!" Fang Ziyan roared furiously.
At this moment, there were countless chips in his saber. It had been scrapped badly. Ang Ziyan was not in the mood to care about the loss of his saber. In any case, it was already damaged.
