Wei Junwu stepped down from the arena with his arms hanging limply, sporting several new bloody holes, and approached the competitors' viewing area with a pained expression:
"Zhou Yinglin hasn't weakened at all, huh? I thought maybe his morale was shattered by Old Xue, and perhaps I'd have a chance..."
Yin Muhu glanced at him.
"Shattered by Xue, it's only a problem when facing him. As for you..."
Wei Junwu: "Can't you just let it go, Shady Girl!"
With an involuntary retort, Yin Muhu said, "Who's your sister."
Wei Junwu's gaze then turned to Xue Jing, saying, "Old Xue, I get the feeling Zhou Yinglin came prepared, knowing full well the gap in strength between you two, he still didn't drop out of the competition. Moreover, he seems to be quite stable mentally, he must be relying on something..."
