Zhouzhou was fuming inside, but she also knew how hard her punches could be. So, she reined in her strength, controlling the force and not unleashing her full power. After all, if she went all out, there would be no one left to even fill the ranks by the time the competition came around.
Even so, one by one, they were all sent flying, defeated in less than ten moves.
When Xi Mo entered, he found Zhouzhou crouched on the ground, sulking with an angry pout on her face.
Seeing him, the young girl immediately opened her mouth like a sharp knife, "Uncle, they're so weak! Not a single one of them can fight!"
Xi Mo turned to look at the so-called geniuses, the pride of heaven, and coolly remarked, "Still arrogant?"
Fang Zichong quickly shook his head, and the others followed suit, shaking their heads in unison. They were no longer arrogant. They couldn't afford to be arrogant anymore. In front of Zhouzhou, they were nothing.