"Start!"
Zhao Fen shouted with full confidence, but then he noticed something strange.
Aside from Zhang Fan, not a single person from the other cities had stepped onto the field.
What's going on?
Soon, Zhao Fen figured out the crux of the problem and his lips curled up as he began to curse coldly, "Damn it, a bunch of cowards, they are actually scared."
"Hehe, I don't know who's talking, someone who didn't even dare to participate in the long-distance race, and still has the nerve to speak about us."
People from the other cities sneered.
But soon, they looked at Zhao Fen with a smirk on their faces.
Hehe, they were not blind; they had naturally seen the scene where Zhang Fan lifted Xiong Lin so effortlessly. Why bother compete if it was going to be that easy? So, they had decided not to let their athletes participate. It would be a thankless task and better to stand here and watch the scene unfold.
Arrogant, aren't you? You'll be the fool soon, Zhao Fen.
