"Coward!"
"You don't even dare to fight and just admit defeat, why are you even participating in the competition? You might as well go home and drink milk!"
Ying Yang, who had just won, sneered at the miserable loser with a look of discontent that his time had been wasted.
"The match is over, contestants should stop personal attacks!"
The assistant who was in charge of maintaining order in the area took out a yellow card and gave a stern warning.
"Tsk…"
A disgruntled Ying Yang spat out a mouthful of phlegm.
He recalled his Mushroom Bullfrog, swept his gaze disdainfully over the audience, and then flew to the preparation area under the transport of the eagle.
"May heaven have mercy, if this foul-mouthed guy wins the title of Rookie King, then our Canghai Pavilion will lose face!"
"I agree, even though we are this far away I want to rush over and punch him. Those who can keep their cool facing him already have top-notch mentality, one in a hundred!"
