Atop the arena.
Ye Chenfeng never stopped slapping, the crisp "smack smack smack" sounding like the most wonderful music in the world to the members of Leap Troop. Each of their faces flushed with excitement, as if they were the ones slapping Fang Haitao, finding immense satisfaction.
"Lu Tian, I'm not dreaming, am I? Chenfeng took care of Fang Haitao?" Zhou Ping, supporting Lu Tian, was stunned for a long time before he finally spoke up.
Lu Tian was no less shocked than Zhou Ping, even forgetting the pain from his injuries, his eyes fixed intently on the slender, confident figure on the stage, stuttering, "Zhou Ping, c-can you hit me to see if I'm dreaming?"
Zhou Ping landed a punch straight into Lu Tian's injured chest, and Lu Tian let out a cry of pain, cursing, "Zhou Ping, what the hell are you doing? You're killing me."
"Didn't you ask me to hit you?" Zhou Ping said, looking innocently.
