The mighty warrior, Wang Chen, was infuriated by the audacity of Hua Wuchang. Initially, he had given him the name “King of Flowers” to mock him, but instead, Hua Wuchang embraced it and even came up with a series of nicknames for himself, which made Wang Chen almost vomit blood in frustration.
He suppressed his anger and took a few steps forward to check his own performance.
Immediately, his eyes fell upon the name of Hua Wuchang, who ranked first, and it nearly shattered his composure.
He quickly averted his gaze and found his own name in the second position.
Wang Chen let out a sigh of relief, but his fists clenched involuntarily. He was so close to getting it right.
“Wang Tiechui, haven’t you been stuck at level sixty-six for several years now?
Why haven’t you made any progress? Do you need my guidance?”
Hua Wuchang remarked, looking at the stone tablet with a sigh.
“No need!”
Wang Chen gritted his teeth in response.