Xu Zimei took step by step off the Combat Stage, and coming into view from the opposite direction was a man wearing a black tank top, his muscles bulging imposingly.
Even at a distance, one could feel the explosive power emanating from his muscles.
Seeing this, the audience below burst into discussion.
"The Madman's injuries have healed, it seems he's back in the game."
"Although he lost to Jian Ming in the duel, it was still a glorious defeat. But this youth seems somewhat unfamiliar."
...…
Ignoring the noisy discussion around him, the Madman raised his head, looking at Xu Zimei arrogantly.
He slightly tilted his head, chin raised, and said, "Are you going to concede or shall I beat you down?"
"How noisy," Xu Zimei shook his head.
With one step forward, Spiritual Energy surged around him, and in the next moment, he had already appeared behind the Madman.
"So fast," the Madman was taken aback.
