C1823 Past

Lin Fei's words woke everyone up as if they were in a dream.

On the arena, Xue Lee felt a deep sense of humiliation.

He had used 50% of his strength, yet the punch he threw out was like scratching an itch in Lin Fei's eyes.

The anger in his heart was like a volcano erupting, instantly surging into his heart.

In the main hall, Chiyou Jian's face was very red. His expression was very bitter