Miao Qidao shrugged his shoulders as he stepped down from the stage.
According to the rules of the Martial Arts Exchange, his first round was considered over.
If he wanted to fight again, he would have to wait for the second round.
"Damn it, what a waste," Miao Qidao couldn't help but complain as he returned to the tent and took a point.
Originally, he had planned to score about ten points in the first round to raise his tally, especially since the remaining competitors' strength would only increase as the rounds progressed.
"Why the rush? Aren't I here? If we're short on points, I'll just sweep through the last round," Lu Xiao said with a smile.
Hearing Lu Xiao's words, Miao Qidao immediately burst into laughter.
His brother always thought things through.
"You performed really well just now, worthy of being Lu Xiao's brother," Lu Xiao praised Miao Qidao further.
Although this kid was not usually reliable, he was genuinely capable when he got serious.
