Yan Zheke replied within seconds with a tearful emoji.
"Liu Xunzhen?"
"Yes. Why are you using this emoji?" Lou Cheng left the screen and walked towards the second arena, his phone in hand.
The tournament had entered the third round of knockouts. Only four arenas remained in the competition area.
Yan Zheke answered with a kind-looking emoji. "I know him. His supernatural ability is really special and troublesome, enough to cause a headache even for mighty fighters of Dan stage."
"Very troublesome? A headache for mighty fighters of Dan stage?" The scenes in the promotional video flashed in Lou Cheng's mind. He took a deep breath and typed on his phone. "Why troublesome?"
