C67 Short spiciness

Yao Yuan sat in the resting room, bored out of his mind. On top of every resting room, there was a television broadcasting the competition.

From the looks of it, there was no one who was strong enough to even reach half of Chen Fan's strength. If it was just this level of strength, Yao Yuan really could very well become the champion.

However, everyone knew that in just the first round