"It seems that I'm still a bit short of points."

With a snap, Zhou Taian fell to the ground. He was foaming at the mouth, his eyes were white, and his face was red and swollen like a pig's head; no longer as handsome as before.

At this time, he was already unable to move, and his whole body was full of severe pain.

"Zhou Taian, have you accepted it?"

Xia Ping was condescending, looking down at him like this.

"Ah, ah, I don't accept it, I don't accept it!" Zhou Tai'an yelled in grief. He wanted to attack Xia Ping, but he couldn't even lift a finger.

Shame, this was simply a great shame!

He was a dignified and powerful man in the sixth layer. He could be called the king of the school. He had dozens of henchmen and many admirers. But he was just beaten by a bastard he looked down upon. He was so humiliated that his face had swollen up.

How could he bear such a result, how could he possibly bear it?!

Seeing Zhou Taian so sad and indignant, the surrounding audience also felt the same and a little sympathetic.