Indeed, under Yi Luo Xiang's contemptuous gaze and her disdainful tone, the Yellow-robed Chief's breathing became even heavier, and his eyes turned red.
Originally, this was just a routine challenge match for the class leader. It was good to win, but losing was not a big deal either, especially since Yi Luo Xiang was the grade leader; losing to her would be perfectly normal.
But now, in front of thousands of people, a grown man was being so disdained and mocked by a woman. An adult might have been strong enough to take it, but for an eight- or nine-year-old child, it was truly hard to bear.
Feeling the opponent's momentum building up, Yi Luo Xiang shut her mouth and kept her guard up, cautious. Despite her arrogance and ruthlessness in speech, she was always very careful—how could she afford to be careless?
