"Damn it, you bastards from Overlord Martial Arts Hall, remember this, I won't let you off!"
"Heh, does spitting cruel words now have any meaning?"
One person from Overlord Martial Arts Hall stepped on a young man, taking several tokens from him.
"Zhang Tong, if you want to blame someone, blame your Eastern Martial Arts Hall's pathetic strength."
"Let's go!"
No one from Overlord Martial Arts Hall sympathized with the robbed Zhang Tong; the pre-selection is a process of group elimination.
You say it's unfair?
Heh, what is fairness?
If you have the strength, even one person can pass; if you're a loser, even a group will remain losers.
"Brother Yu, what do we do next?"
Several people from Overlord Martial Arts Hall simultaneously looked at the man in front of them. He was in his early twenties, with long hair, and a tall and sturdy body that exuded an aura reminiscent of Xiang Yu.
And his name was the same as the overlord.
He is also called Xiang Yu.
