Hearing this, Zhong Yuanliang chuckled and said, "Ten moves, ten moves sounds good!"
"What are you laughing at?" the muscular man asked, furrowing his brows.
With a look of sympathy, Zhong Yuanliang said to the muscular man, "I'm not laughing at anything. Ten moves will be over quickly. By the way, what's your name?"
"Amu," the muscular man replied.
"Amu? Don't you have a surname?" Zhong Yuanliang asked, puzzled.
"No," Amu said with a stern face, then staring intently at Zhong Yuanliang, he asked, "Why did you look at me with sympathy just now?"
"Uh, it's nothing, you saw it wrong," Zhong Yuanliang glanced at Qin Han and found him staring coldly at himself as if speaking out tonight would be his own death anniversary.
Amu said expressionlessly, "Maybe you think I can never defeat him, but I won't give up."
"Yeah, you can do it!" Zhong Yuanliang reluctantly replied.
