Er Long wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, his voice trembling as he said, "Master Ba Dao, Young Master Yuan has requested your presence!"
Ba Dao gave Er Long a somewhat resentful look, wiped his hands, and asked, "The competition outside, it's over already?"
Er Long nodded and replied, "Yes, it's over!"
Ba Dao asked, "What was the outcome?"
Er Long answered, "Three rounds, all defeats!"
At the words "three rounds, all defeats", a slight shock passed through Ba Dao's heart.
He believed that he, too, could have defeated those three men. However, whether he could do it with Wang Hao's speed was uncertain.
Seeing Ba Dao's face darken slightly, Er Long quickly added, "Although Wang Hao won three matches, he's greatly drained, and he's even been injured!"
At the mention that "Wang Hao had been injured," a cold smile formed at the corners of Ba Dao's mouth.
