"Let's go, we'll watch them compete too."
Lin Qingluo smiled faintly, and in a flash, she was dozens of meters away.
"Hey, Boss, wait for us."
Xu Ruoxuan and Li Yunxiu were dumbfounded and followed behind with a bitter smile.
*
On the two-meter-high platform in the Martial Arts Arena, Wang Yehan was one against two, calm and composed, at ease.
His physical fitness was excellent, diligently training in martial arts, with guidance from famous teachers, his swordsmanship had improved significantly in three years.
Under the sharp sword qi, the two opponents gradually lost their sense of measure, their footing unstable as they were forced to the edge of the platform.
Wang Yehan didn't feel like wasting time, feinting a move and kicking both of them off the platform.
"Great, we won!"
"We won again, that was incredible."
"Wang Yehan is so cool."
Excited cheers erupted from below the platform, including shrill screams from the girls.
