He Zhijun paused for a moment.
Fang Huai's words hit him where it hurt.
Although he had begun to admit that Fang Huai was stronger than him, it was an acknowledgment of a fellow strong competitor, not an admission of defeat.
Fang Huai's emergence fully stimulated him.
The relentless pursuit had never stopped; without an upper limit for Fang Huai, he had none either.
Fang Huai understood this fighting spirit, which is why he never pulled his punches in speech.
"Next time, I will give it my all," He Zhijun gritted his teeth, confidently said.
"Hey, you originally had two chances to try, but now you've only got one left, you've already failed the first one."
Fang Huai chuckled lightly, took out his rope, and stepped forward to prepare.
The preparation time was not long.
In just a few seconds, Fang Huai's gaze became laser-focused, intently watching the rope as the world in his mind shrank to this very moment.
"On your marks!"
The referee didn't give him any extra time.
