He Tianshu was getting a bit anxious and said, "Then just make it clear, who is not letting you go back?"
Zhang Xiaohu couldn't stand it any longer and scolded, "Xiao Hua, stop teasing and quickly explain the situation to Martial Uncle He."
Upon hearing that, Zhang Xiaohua finally grinned and said, "Let me tell you some good news. Yesterday, I had nine battles and nine draws, entering the second round of the Martial Arts Conference. Captain He, you didn't see it yesterday. It was really a pity, you missed a feast for the eyes."
He Tianshu was indeed surprised by the news and remarked, "With only nine points from nine draws, you can actually break through to the second round?"
Zhang Xiaohua patted his chest confidently, "Absolutely!"
He Tianshu sneered and said, "That just proves that you're lucky. Even if you pass, you'll still be the last place. Besides, with your turtle-like fighting style, there's really nothing worth watching. What feast for the eyes could I have had?"
