"Boom——"
Finally, after a single blow, Lin Yun sent Wuo Bei flying off the edge of the ring.
Wuo Bei lost.
"Lin Yun, although I had a feeling I was going to lose, I was still clinging to a sliver of hope. Couldn't you... give me a break? I took part in the Heavenly Principle Fruit tournament right from the start and battled hard to get to where I am now. You have no idea how much effort I put in, and now, it's all over... How embarrassing my result is..." Wuo Bei looked plaintively at Lin Yun, speaking sorrowfully.
Towards the end, he was even starting to act a little strange.
"Hehe, if I had lost too, I would've had to start over as well, which would be pretty annoying..." Lin Yun hadn't expected that Wuo Bei, with his eccentric and otherworldly genius persona, was actually like this. It reminded him of some amusing personalities he had encountered back on Earth, and he couldn't help feeling amused, chuckling as he spoke.
