Of course it can't be Chen Yu.

"Shenwu Sect——Zhang Yi!"

Not far away, a young man also stood up.

But there was no smile on this young man's face at all. Instead, he looked as if his parents had died, filled with hatred and bitterness.

Po Laosan touched Chen Yu with his elbow.

"Who do you think will win?"

"What do you think?"

"Nonsense, of course it's Senior Brother!"

"Why are you asking me when you already have the answer?"

Chen Yu was speechless.

Po Lao San chuckled, scratched his head and said, "I want to ask your opinion."

Chen Yu said disapprovingly: "I have no objection."

Po Lao San nodded: "That's right. The Shenwu Sect's overall strength is the weakest among the three mountain sects, and so are the disciples. What's more, the unlucky guy named Zhang Yi met the senior brother. This was just to give points.

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Chen Yu didn't answer.

This is indeed the case.

The two walked onto the stage.

Meng Long announced the start.

Then within the next ten seconds, the young man named Zhang Yi was beaten violently.
Chapter completed!