Isn't it a Little Too Late?

And in a situation where everyone present was unanimously pessimistic about it...

Ye Feng did not disappoint. When he stepped onto the stage, he missed a step.

He staggered a few times before he could stand firm.

They looked at his sorry figure.

The people who originally had unrealistic fantasies were completely in despair.

How could he fight if he couldn't even stand?

A lot of people couldn't bear to watch any longer, so they got up and left.

Liu Wenyuan, who was in the private room, also slapped his forehead.

"Sigh, I'm getting on in years, there are actually times when I'm impulsive."

Why did he bring this fellow here today?

It seemed that he was going to lose his old face here today.

The other people in the private room also began to curse.

"With this level of skill, you're still trying to be brave? Isn't this just courting death?"