"He'll definitely win," Qin Keqing said somewhat irrelevantly.
Feng Sima frowned as he looked at the stage, his face somewhat gloomy. He had long been accustomed to Qin Keqing's indifference, but her favorable view of Liu Wentian irked him.
On the stage, Liu Wentian, raising an eyebrow indifferently at Ronda who was glaring at him like a wild beast, asked, "So, you practice ancient Muay Thai, and you even let Li Kaishan attack you first. Do you think your bones are very tough, and your defense is strong, that he couldn't hurt you at all?"
Ronda replied with disdain, "You can't hurt me either, you just have more strength, that's all!"
Liu Wentian had just blocked Ronda's kick with his foot, unable to shake him in the slightest, his strength surprising Ronda, but that was all.
The competition wasn't about who was stronger; who would win. Ronda had trained his body to be as tough as copper and iron since childhood, and he didn't believe Liu Wentian could hurt him!
