Yin Yang Eighteen Hands!

Yang Luo shook his head and said, "Elder Han, no matter who wins or loses today, the title of Bone Setting King will still be yours. I don't care about these titles."

"You're quite interesting, kid."

A look of admiration appeared in Han Shouli's eyes as he continued, "Kid, regardless of whether you care or not, as long as I lose, the title of the Bone Setting King will be yours.

"Also, during the competition later, we have to use our true strength. We can't go easy."

"Otherwise, this competition will be boring."

"Alright."

Yang Luo nodded in agreement.

Su Qingmei smiled and said, "Then I'll help you count the time!"

There wouldn't be any danger in this competition. It was considered an employee's benefit, so she was naturally happy.

Then, Su Qingmei took out her cell phone and turned on the timer.

After adjusting the time, Su Qingmei shouted, "The countdown begins!"

As soon as her voice sounded!