Yun Fei's face turned pale, she took a deep breath, fearing exactly what had happened, she never expected the other party to engage a martial artist, no wonder they were so brazen.
Li Mengying, watching the stage as a number fell down, groaning and screaming, felt a surge of helplessness and tension within her.
Zhou Tianlu's face was also ashen. Faced with a martial artist, he was powerless, and in the past few days, he had sought out people from the Martial Association, only to be uniformly turned away.
Qian Dayong too was shocked, his nerves on edge, but he did not back down an inch, remaining closely by Yun Fei's side.
"Hehe, I told you this guy was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating himself. Did he really think Hua Yi was so easy to deal with?
Using a few security guards to strike against stone, does he not know that there are martial artists in this world?" Someone beneath the stage couldn't help but sneer.
