Your Fist Is No Different From A Massage To Me.

"Win, we're about to win."

Seeing Xia Ping like this, one of the core students shouted excitedly.

"As expected, this kid is no match for Lian Zhengshun."

"If we had known, we wouldn't have needed to threaten that kid and ended up being covered in shit."

"No matter what, we're about to win the bet. That Infinite Dragon Yang Pill belongs to us."

Huo Gang and the rest felt a little regretful. They felt that they were a little too cautious. They knew

that victory was in their grasp, but they still went to do some extra things. In the end, they got

themselves killed.

If they had been honest and behaved like ordinary spectators, they could have reaped the benefits

without having to worry about extra risks. However, it was too late to say anything now.

"Stormy Fist!"

Lian Zhengshun roared. His attacks were continuous like a storm, not giving Xia Ping any chance to

rest. He wanted to defeat Xia Ping in one blow.