"He's sleeping?"
"Weren't we supposed to be recalling the battle to find the opponent's weaknesses?"
"Why is this guy always so unreliable!"
...
The people in the observation room were all dumbfounded by Zhang Lingfeng's snoring.
Even Marquis Zhuge frowned, as Zhang Lingfeng's behavior seemed like a deliberate surrender.
"What does he mean by this?"
Practicing the Basic Spear Skill Thirteen Forms, Wu Feiyu quickly noticed Zhang Lingfeng's actions, appearing bewildered, as if Zhang Lingfeng was mocking him.
He was so angry he wanted to jab Zhang Lingfeng awake with his spear.
But he finally stopped in his tracks, sighing internally, "The teacher sent me here to teach him a lesson, but this guy is evenly matched with me. If I can't beat him, how will I explain it when I go back?"
"Well, let him sleep if he wants, it's him who's losing, not me."
Thinking this, Wu Feiyu regained his composure and earnestly studied the spear technique.
"Why did he suddenly fall asleep?"
