"You lost," Liu Mou said indifferently upon seeing the situation.
Yann Minghui, after hearing this, disdainfully brushed off the colored eggs from his clothes, took off his jacket in one swift move, threw it on the ground, and said coldly, "Heh, indeed, your sneaking techniques are very strong," his eyes brimming with contempt.
At this moment, the people watching the duel in the service area were equally exhilarated. Although it was just a duel between two people, every strike was breathtaking. Everyone present felt their blood boiling, eager to be one of the fighters themselves.
After leaving the wilderness camp, Yann Minghui wore a look of dissatisfaction while Liu Mou's face was one of nonchalance, feeling greatly pleased.
