"What is this guy even thinking—doesn't he know we're in the middle of a competition?"
"Such a beautiful scene, damn it! What am I even thinking—get up and fight the match!!"
The audience was excited, but their voices could not reach Shao Zifeng's ears at all.
At this moment, on the greenery at the edge of the forest, Shao Zifeng was sitting cross-legged by a stream, amusing Beibei with a grass stem in his hand.
The little fellow's big blue eyes were intently fixed on the grass, its furry little paws scratching wildly in the air following the movement of the stem, and its long tail swishing back and forth as if it were very happy.
Not far behind him, Li Yiming, Casar, and Xiang Nan were leaning against their own magical beasts, looking as relaxed as if they had come on vacation.
This behavior triggered great displeasure among the spectators. They could understand being earnestly defeated by a strong adversary, but these guys...
Were they just giving up?
