C234 Fight for the Miracle Fruit

Yan Xing's complexion fluctuated between pale and flushed, a clear sign of his distress. Being bested not once, but twice, by a nobody who couldn't even pronounce his name properly was a severe blow to his pride.

The astonished stares of the onlookers felt like needles pricking his skin, a choking discomfort he couldn't shake off. His gaze upon Chu Lin was dark and venomous