"Mo Batian, you're too ruthless," the instructor called out angrily.
"Heh, didn't I ask him already?" Mo Huasong said with a cold laugh. "Don't regret it, he said he didn't regret it. What's the problem now, want to go back on your word? But it's already too late, I fear I can't control my own strength when facing an opponent."
The instructor was at a loss for words, right, that's what Mo Batian had indeed said earlier, warning his disciple not to regret their decision.
At the time, the disciple said he didn't regret it, and then there was no then. Now the disciple had been injured like this, he could no longer participate in the competition.
Lv Bubu was thrilled, immediately leaping up: "Who else wants to challenge my disciple? Come on up."
"Look at that smug face of Lv Bubu, If our teacher were allowed to fight, he would definitely knock Mo Batian to the ground," Master Lei said, glaring at the scene from a distance, his face full of anger.
