With a light leap, Mu Chen stepped directly onto Arena One. As Qing Lei, Mu Bingling, and Mo Qing watched him go, they felt a momentary trance. The back that had once seemed so lean now appeared as towering as a great mountain. It exuded a sense of immense stability and reliability, giving them a glimmer of hope for victory even in this desperate situation.
"He's changed."
Mu Bingling and Mo Qing, who were also watching Mu Chen, were taken aback. They looked at Qing Lei, their expressions full of confusion, clearly not understanding what he meant. But Qing Lei's own expression slowly relaxed, and he chuckled softly. "He's become stronger! This is the man I'm striving to catch up to!"
TAP.
Taking a step forward with his right foot and clenching his fists, Mu Chen said calmly, "Referee, I wonder if I might make a request."
