"Qin Lang, well done!"
As Qin Lang left the ring and Xiong Zhan prepared to enter, they brushed past each other in the contestant's passage. Xiong Zhan patted Qin Lang's shoulder, waving his arm as he spoke.
While he was sitting in the contestant preparation area earlier, he had watched Qin Lang skillfully direct his two Food Spirits to tug at their opponents, nearly shouting in excitement.
He deeply admired Qin Lang's control of the battle.
"Just luck," Qin Lang modestly answered, "You also need to give it your all!"
"Okay!" Xiong Zhan subconsciously agreed, then couldn't resist shrinking his head a bit, "I can only barely last a bit longer in front of Yu Kun. I hope the battle method I draw suits me."
Their conversation ended there. Xiong Zhan waved at Qin Lang and quickly walked towards the battlefield. Qin Lang, on the other hand, headed in the opposite direction, back to the preparation area.
