Don't Let Your Hands Tremble

The voice of the shoutcaster was transmitted through a microphone.

That was to say Fu Jiu could hear this sentence before he wore his headphones.

She turned her head to the other side again.

Her silver hair flowed down, as she gave a mischievous and handsome smile, the smile a vampire wore before he sucked blood, which was dangerous and unpredictable.

But someone else said, "Spade Z doesn't seem that great. He's just letting the shoutcaster said such things?"

"Let's see. Though I think Spade Z is good, Lin Xiao's maneuvering is obvious to all. It is hard to say who will win this contest."

Even the fans of Spade felt their hearts in their mouths when they saw the battle roll.

They wouldn't be so worried if Big Spade fought against someone else.

The main reason was that this was the first round of the National League.