Another crisp and decisive victory, the audience applauded fervently, cheering enthusiastically.
However, for Sun Haoran, these cheers sounded harsh to his ears, and he became enraged, suddenly standing up:
"A bunch of trash!!! How could you not even defeat a little girl!"
Losing the first round didn't matter; there were still two more to go. As long as they got their hands on the Liao Family Fist, losing a martial master was a small price to pay.
But losing two rounds in a row meant certain defeat, a crushing one at that!
Looking at the elated trio from Liao Family Fist, his face momentarily turned an angry shade of blue—frustration and unwillingness etched into his features—
[Absolutely cannot let it end like this, I must have them bleed!]
[Moreover, the corpses of Blood-Exchange Realm powerhouses have various incredible uses; I cannot let them have it too easily!]
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