It Seems That Xia Ping Will Lost This Time.

On the arena of the finals, everyone was watching.

"Xia Ping!"

Qin Muyang stared at Xia Ping standing in front of him, his eyes red. "Finally, the match between

you and me is here. Very good, very good. You were not defeated by others, but stood in front of

me unscathed. This is worthy of praise."

"Do you know how long I have endured waiting for this opportunity? Two days, a full two days. I

have never endured for so long in my life."

"But in order to defeat you in front of the entire Tianshui City and completely trample you under my feet, I still endured!"

He would never forget the humiliation this bastard brought to him in the qualifiers.

If it weren't for this guy called Xia Ping, Qin Muyang wouldn't have been beaten up so badly. He

would have been ganged up on by dozens of people and beaten into a pig's head. Even his own

father wouldn't have been able to recognize him.