Whether Li Wujie won or lost didn't trouble Wang Zongyao much. After all, Ryan was still there. As long as Ryan remained, Wang Zongyao felt completely at ease. In his eyes, no matter how this round turned out, the final result would not change.
"Then just watch," Tang Wuying said with a faint smile, entirely unaware of what Wang Zongyao was thinking. In his heart, he was already convinced that Fengyue City could not compare to Lingyin City in strength.
On the ring, Fang Tian staggered up from the ground, his face twisted with disbelief and rage. He glared at Li Wujie and snarled, "You brat, you dare hit me? You're really courting death! Hmph, killing isn't allowed in the qualification exam, but I'll make you understand what real pain feels like!"
After speaking, Fang Tian rolled his neck, brushed the dust off his clothes, and charged at Li Wujie once again with ferocious momentum.
