Liu Sandao's lips curled into a smile.
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Jingwu Hall.
Tiemu Zha was preparing for tomorrow afternoon's match.
An assistant coach spoke up, "Coach, are you really going to fight that kid tomorrow?"
"Otherwise?" Tiemu Zha sneered, "You don't expect me to surrender, do you?"
"Of course not!" The assistant coach hastily shook his head and then said, "I just think, with your status, fighting that kid is giving him too much credit, isn't it? Plus, from the looks of it, the kid's strength doesn't seem to be lacking either."
"What do you suggest then?" Tiemu Zha, hesitating, looked at his assistant coach.
