Zhan Sheng's appearance was even more terrifying, but none of them felt uncomfortable.
However, they really didn't like this Zuo Tu.
Indeed, as the saying goes, "Appearance comes from the heart," they guessed that this person was probably not a good guy...
"Zuo Tu, Zuo Tu—" But the audience that worshipped supreme violence liked him a lot.
Bai Lang sneered, "If Zuo Tu loses tonight, I wonder if they'll still like him that much?"
"More than that, I reckon his end won't be too good either," Shang Shi also snorted coldly.
Yes, if Zuo Tu lost, his end wouldn't be good.
His boss behind the scenes wouldn't let him off easily either...
But he was lucky, because before his boss could deal with him, they were going to take care of him!
Zuo Tu had no idea about his fate that was about to unfold.
He threw away the banner, jumped onto the arena, and swung his boxing gloves, roaring like a gorilla: "Roar, roar—"