Sincerely unchanging love

Before he finished speaking, Zhan Yan had already ran out regardless of anything else.

And at this time, within the fighting arena, the excited and excited audience gradually dispersed. Ji Weiyang collapsed onto the ground in the center of the arena, and with some difficulty, he removed the mask from his face, and casually wiped away the blood on the corner of his mouth.

His body and face were covered in bruises and wounds. To him, fighting three matches a day was just an outlet to vent his anger. Of course, injuries were inevitable. Those who dared to enter the fighting arena were definitely experts, no matter how good Ji Weiyang's hand was, by the third match, he had expended a lot of energy and was almost only on the verge of being beaten. When those fists landed on his body, he almost didn't feel any pain, because his heart was already numb from the pain.