"Ha-ha, why have the St. Germain team stopped commenting?"
"Genius, well-done."
...
Blackhawk students became thrilled. Although they were not many, they soon filled the gap of the comments.
Ji Yanran was more excited than everyone else. Her face flushed, she waved her fist and cried, "Now you don’t dare to talk nonsense, do you?"
"Impossible... that punch was clearly a white fist..." Li Yu’s face was dark.
"Yu, don’t let down your guard. It seems that their new guy has some skills," Xu Yundi urged Li Yu.
Li Yu was a young talent who he thought could reach the level of Nalan and he lost a point to Blackhawk’s new guy, which was somewhat embarrassing for him.
"Yes, coach!" Li Yu answered, took a deep breath, and once again turned to his opponent.
Each round was best of five. And Li Yu had only lost a point.
