"No, I, Zhang Tianlong, will never lose!"
Zhang Tianlong's eyes gradually became fierce.
He could not accept it!
He couldn't accept that he had lost to a nobody.
Zhang Wei, nothing more than a low-born, an orphan—how could someone of such origins defeat him?
He couldn't accept it!
"Zhang Tianlong, you've lost!"
But just then, another discordant voice sounded amidst the crack of a whip.
Duanmu Heizu, who had already been disqualified, now stood up with a smile.
Although things hadn't gone according to Duanmu Heizu's plan.
He had originally thought he'd be the one to defeat Zhang Tianlong, but it turned out to be Zhang Wei.
But that didn't matter, as long as he saw Zhang Tianlong losing, he was happy.
Even if the one defeating his opponent was the Zhang Wei he disliked, so what?
He had no need to concern himself with a "dead man walking"!
"Zhang Tianlong, who would've thought you'd have such a pathetic moment!"
