On the arena.
Lin Zheyu was speechless at Luo Manghan's behavior; he wanted to try winning against Luo Manghan without using the Golden Swan Skill, relying solely on the Great Power Vajra Fist and honed combat awareness.
Unexpectedly, that guy conceded directly.
Such cowardly behavior really doesn't match his nickname of "Manghan".
"Mr. Lin, do you need a break?"
A crisp voice rang out, the routine inquiry for each battle.
The referee was a sweet-looking girl with a ponytail and two adorable dimples when she smiled.
"No need."
"Can I challenge someone by name?" Lin Zheyu asked.
"You can, but the other party must accept."
"Alright."
Lin Zheyu nodded his head and glanced around, looking toward Heng Qiming.
"Mr. Qiming, please grace me with a match?" Lin Zheyu said casually.
Heng Qiming was slightly taken aback, but maintained his stern expression.
He tightened his grip on the saber, his momentum suddenly surged, and he replied calmly, "Why not!"
"Haha!"
