However, Patroclus had forgotten to acknowledge Li Shiming, which had rubbed the heir of House Li the wrong way. Li Shiming had worked hard to improve himself, and therefore, he could not stomach the humiliation of being ignored.
For Li Shiming, this tournament should and only be about House Li, and there was no room for the Dower. His loathing towards Wang Tong also increased ten folds, as he believed that only a member of the House Li was fit for inheriting the power of the Blade Warrior, not some low-life no account. As Li Shiming's thoughts went on, his eyes held a luster that meant death.
Suddenly, a chubby round face appeared close to Li Shiming's eyes. The face beamed from side to side and shouted, "Go Wang Tong Go! Go Ayrlarng Go!"
It was Karl.
Feeling embarrassed, Hu Yangxuan and Zhou Sisi hurried to drag Karl back to his seat.
"The winner is—PATROCLUS!"
