Liu's jaw tightened, his thoughts racing. He replayed every interaction he had with Zhang Wei before the match, every training session. His disciple had been in peak condition. Yet here he was—defeated like a fucking amateur. It doesn't quite add up!!
Then his eyes flicked upward, drawn to the elevated platform, and landed on him, a young man he had never seen in his entire life.
Long Tian sat calmly among the spectators, his posture unassuming. But just as Liu's gaze lingered, long tian's face shifted slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk curled at the corner of his lips.
For a brief moment, time seemed to have been stopped as their gaze met.
That smirk wasn't one of idle amusement. It was deliberate, calculated AND was mocking!!
Realization struck Liu like a bolt of lightning, his fists clenching like hell as fury surged right through him. It was him, IT HAS TO BE HIM!!
