The Ultimate Showdown

Lan Fozi stood at the side of the competition stage with a cold look on her face. She did not head over to the rest area today because she did not wish to meet that boy nor talk to him at all. For some unknown reason, she would lose her temper when she faced that boy despite being mild-mannered. 

'Is he going to win today?'

'He will never win for sure! Hmm, serve him right!'

Lan Fozi was cursing him relentlessly in her heart.

"Achoo!" 

In the rest area, Tang Wulin sneezed. He rubbed his nose and looked helplessly outside. Someone was cursing him! When one's spiritual cultivation base had achieved a certain level, one would be able to sense such matters vaguely.