In the central ring, dancers were performing with great passion but the audience seemed cold, still occupied by the previous match.
Old Zheng and his friends looked at each other, seeing shock and disbelief in their eyes.
"Every time I thought I knew Lou Cheng's limit but every time I was wrong," a friend of his said incoherently.
"Yeah. A surprise for us every time. And shock. Reminds me of the days when Warrior Sage and Dragon King were new in the circle." Old Zheng rubbed his forehead.
They commented with a tinge of emotion on the match and Old Zheng's sharp eye for spotting Lou Cheng, an extreme sleeper, and keeping his faith in him all through this tournament.
"Ha-hah! Old Zheng, how much did you make from this match? You better treat us to a nice meal!" a friend of his joked.
Old Zheng's face changed a bit and put on a forced smile.
"I bet on Ye Youting..."
"Ahh?" His friends were astonished and amused.
