Zhan Lan glanced at Ouyang Qingming, instantly feeling disgusted.
The moment he spoke, Zhan Lan loosly released her right hand, turning her body to the left to rise up, and with a motion swift as lightning, she drew her battle spear with her left hand.
Ouyang Qingming, carried away by the momentum, ended up sprawled on the ground.
Just as he was about to get back up with a carp's flip, Zhan Lan smacked him solidly back down with her battle spear.
Smack!
Ouyang Qingming was struck a forceful blow on the chest by the battle spear Zhan Lan had grabbed with her left hand.
"Pu!"
Ouyang Qingming spat out a large mouthful of blood.
Then, with the point of her spear aimed at Ouyang Qingming lying on the ground, Zhan Lan declared in a contemptuous tone, "Scum, seeking your own death!"
The crowd below instantly erupted into chaos.
"Ah!"
"Miss Zhan has won!"