Hearing Bai Yaoyao's words, Xu Zimei nodded slightly.
"If Young Master Xu is not busy, could you perhaps visit our home with the elder? My master and father both want to thank you," Bai Yaoyao quickly said.
"Forget it, it's not a big deal. We are leaving tomorrow," Xu Zimei shook his head and said.
As the two were chatting, the final moments of the competition at the center of the square were unfolding.
Among the two youths fighting, the brawny youth let out a roar.
His muscles bulged tremendously, bursting through his short-sleeved top.
The brawny youth lifted his opponent above his head and threw him directly forward.
Seeing the man being thrown, the surrounding crowd gasped and quickly dodged to the sides.
Xu Zimei frowned slightly because the direction the brawny youth threw his opponent was right towards him.
With a wave of his right hand, spiritual energy halted the oncoming person mid-air.
