Master Han clenched the fist in his hand, a murderous glint passing through his eyes.
Actually, he didn't care whether Xiao Liulang advanced or not; after all, even if Xiao Liulang did advance, there was no way for him to pass the final challenge.
But the taste of being played for a fool was indeed unpleasant.
This lad named Xiao Liulang... was a very infuriating guy.
Outside the barracks, Han Lei shook his head slightly at Master Han, signaling with his eyes not to act impulsively.
This was not the place to fight; being expelled from the competition would be bad news.
Master Han closed his eyes briefly, exhaled a breath of foul air, and calmed his emotions before saying to Gu Jiao, "It's all in vain."
Gu Jiao nodded in strong agreement, "You're absolutely right, it's futile, so you might as well admit defeat now and let Brother Feng compete with me in the next round."
Feng Ling was so frightened that he jolted!
