The referee's whistle rang out, announcing Wang Qiaochu's defeat.
"Nice!"
"Good job, Chu Yan. You've given this guy a good beating," below the stage, Lin Feng raised his arms and shouted.
"This fellow reaped what he sowed. He used a plague spell, so he'll be punished after the tournament." Zhao Xiaoqi put her hands on her hips, feeling extremely comfortable.
"I can't wait to see Wang Qiaochu's face when he's put on trial."
On the other side, in the ring. The battle between Lu Benwei and Li Tiancheng temporarily came to an end.
"Chu Yan, are you okay?" Lu Benwei descended from the sky, concerned about Chu Yan's physical condition.
"I'm fine. I just used too much force." Chu Yan raised her arm and wiped away the sweat on her forehead.
Lu Benwei frowned and said, "Why don't you go first? I'll deal with Li Tiancheng by myself."
