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"The match is over, both of you step down," Fang Yizheng walked leisurely towards the ring, stroking his chin which sported a few strands of white beard.
"What the hell? The match just started, and you're telling them to stop? What the heck does that old geezer want?"
"Yeah! The old bastard must be sick or something, usually he doesn't care even if someone gets killed or crippled, pretending he's seen nothing. And now, just because Long Tianya of Dragon Team shows up, he suddenly tells them to stop fighting?"
At this moment, the experts participating in the selection competition below the ring were all pointing fingers and expressing dissatisfaction with Fang Yizheng, but nobody dared to speak out. They either cursed him silently or whispered angrily, cursing the shamelessness of the old man Fang Yizheng.
"Son of a bitch! I was looking forward to seeing this young guy versus the king of the Dragon Team, Long Tianya. Really ****** disappointing!"