"What's the matter? Still want to keep going? Aren't you ready to admit defeat obediently?"
Above the arena, Fang Haitao wore a smug smile, but this posture completely enraged the members of the Leap Troop below. They knew Lu Tian was one of their own, and having Lu Tian humiliated like this was akin to a slap in their faces.
His face pressed against the sole of Fang Haitao's shoe, Lu Tian's lips were stained with a trace of blood, and the dignity of a man inside him grew even stronger. The burning rage made him momentarily forget the pain in his chest, unleashing his latent strength. He suddenly grabbed Fang Haitao's ankle and flipped it upwards with force.
Caught off guard, Fang Haitao did not react in time. By the time he realized what was happening, his body felt lighter, and then he slammed harshly onto the ground, face up.
