Fang Yi was the first to jump up, doing so with ease as if he was walking on flat ground. As for Zhou Hao and the others, although their expressions didn't change, their faces were slightly flushed, clearly tired from climbing such a steep rock wall.
Falling from the thirty-meter-high rock wall would undoubtedly result in broken bones and torn muscles.
Then Zhou Hao climbed up, Fang Yi was lighting a cigarette. Zhou Hao glanced at Fang Yi fiercely, clenched his teeth tightly, balled his fists, and felt extremely reluctant in his heart. He originally thought he could outperform Fang Yi, but Fang Yi, as a newcomer, had surprisingly surpassed him.
Doesn't this mean that he is weaker than Fang Yi?
Zhou Hao had already been defeated once and didn't want to be beaten a second time. But Fang Yi had just slapped his face metaphorically, leaving him, the lead disciple of the Sky Sword Sect, utterly humiliated.
