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Cheng Yong's face turned even redder; he knew he had spoken boastfully this time. If even Wan Hu Xiao couldn't defeat a Grandmaster, how could he possibly manage?
But having made such a declaration in front of so many people, how could he possibly take it back? In the end, he steeled his heart, clenched his teeth, and said, "My brother and I, although we cannot defeat Wan Hu Xiao, still have the strength to fight him."
Cheng Yong's words once again dragged Zheng Ming into the fray.
Cheng Yong's stance almost made Zheng Ming want to throttle him, but all he could do was swallow his words.
"Brother Cheng, you don't have to be so modest. Although you are not a match for Wan Hu Xiao, you are still considered a formidable expert," she said.
In her eyes, Miss Cen showed a hint of extraordinary light as she said, "From Brother Cheng's charge down the hillside to Wan Hu Xiao's escape, there were one hundred and thirty-five barbarian Martial Artists slain by your blade."
