Hang Jianshe stood on the arena, his eyes intently focused on Lu Lin.
"You're very strong."
This person indeed has the demeanor of a genius.
Although he came up with others to challenge, it felt like he was the center of the crowd.
As if he was Lu Lin's only opponent.
Lu Lin smiled.
"No nonsense, let's start, I have many classmates waiting to get on stage after this."
Hang Jianshe noticed that Lu Lin didn't take him seriously, and his brow slightly furrowed.
It seems he was underestimated.
He thought to himself: well, I'll make Lu Lin rethink myself later.
Yao Zongheng.
Cong Xiaolong.
Zhu Haolin.
The three stood behind Hang Jianshe, while the other six stood behind them.
After Wu Hongming checked that none of them had prohibited items, he stepped aside and announced the start of the match.
Lu Lin moved.
He indeed looked like he was in a hurry.
But while he was fast, someone was even faster.
