The little chubby boy grew more courageous as the battle progressed, bolstered by the cheers from the crowd.
Wham!
With a muffled sound, the little chubby boy swung his knife at Qi Yun.
Both their knives flew out of their hands and collided mid-air, emitting a shrill noise.
Qi Yun was quick; he immediately turned around and leaped into the air, catching his weapon on the fly.
"Child's play."
Qi Yun sneered, spun around, and struck at the little chubby boy once again.
Fortunately, the little chubby boy had already firmly grasped his large knife, but his defense against Qi Yun's strike was still slightly rushed, unable to protect his vulnerable spots.
Crack!
The little chubby boy endured Qi Yun's palm hit, staggering back several steps.
Dog Survivors and Chu Yi outside the arena felt their hearts suspended in mid-air.
Especially Chu Yi, from the many signs earlier, it seemed only natural that the little chubby boy would lose to Qi Yun.
