At the main entrance of Ruda, a chorus of "Oh shit" erupted, like frogs croaking in a lotus pond.
"No way, Brother Leng, what you're doing isn't right. Where will West Sea Martial Arts Academy's face go…" Wei Hong changed his form of address for the first time.
Zhou Leng said, "I don't want to either. I just wanted to finish off ten, then come back and have lunch with Xu Qingjin. But they went nuts and all came at me, so I had to fight back. On the way, I realized, it must have been Miller who just visited them and wrecked their top ten experts."
"That's right, we've got the video."
"Show me." Zhou Leng halted his steps.
So a student used a Demonized Watch to play the video of Miller sweeping ten from various angles.
Zhou Leng watched closely, "These ten are… hmm…"
Zhou Leng really wanted to say "it's no different from when I encountered them," but he thought better of it as the situation had already escalated, so he kept a low profile.
