"Zhen Zhong, Zhen Zhong."

The deafening sound continued to sound, as if the ceiling above his head was shaking down.

call.

"Tan legs."

He Zhenzhong's right foot flew up, stretched like an iron rod, and swept across.

boom.

Chachai's feet were injured and he fell to the ground with a thud. He struggled a few times and lay there unable to move.

"Friends in the audience, friends in the audience, today's king has been born, born, and that is our Chinese He Zhenzhong."

"Let us cheer for the champion He Zhenzhong together."

He Zhenzhong raised his hands to gesture to the audience and thanked him.

"Zhen Zhong, Zhen Zhong."

Waves of louder sounds kept coming, and the audience was almost going crazy.

He Zhenzhong took a look at Cha Guai, walked over and helped him up.

"I am convinced that I lost." Chachai said weakly, "However, I will not give up. I will definitely not lose to you again in the next competition."
Chapter completed!