In the quiet stadium, tens of thousands of people were still enjoying the aftertaste of Xue Tian's stunning slash scene. Yang Lie slowly left the seat. He stood firmly on the spot as he welcomed Brooks.
No one could tell Brooks' emotion, whether he was delighted or sad at being defeated at lightspeed. His turbid gave off a hint of haziness, as though he was half awake.
A faint smile crept upon Yang Lie's face. Brooks' defeat didn't seem to affect his martial artist's conscience.
"It's your turn." Brooks smiled, "I was lucky enough as I encountered Xue Tian. His blade chopped off my arrogance. Although I lost, it made me take a step further on martial dao. "
Yang Lie nodded and raised his chin high. He sighed lightly, "It's too bad... it's really too bad... if it was you now, I'm afraid you wouldn't have lost."
