"...Naughty."
Meng Chuan shook his head, stood up and left, reminding as he turned his back:
"I'm going to practice upstairs. Call me the morning after tomorrow."
With the semifinals approaching, even though he is facing a group of Three Limits, he still needs to adjust his state to the best to avoid any mishaps.
"Okay."
Yang Yuelian also got up, took her gun, and went to practice in another Martial Arts Chamber.
Although she doesn't have a competition the day after tomorrow, practicing martial arts daily remains her instinctual habit.
Who can be entered into the national talent pool if not a hardworking genius?
Just now, she heard Meng Chuan say that he plans to break four next year.
Yang Yuelian felt an increasing urgency, fearing the gap between them would only widen...
...
The next night, at the Waterdrop Martial Arts Competition Center.
After expansion, the competition venue, which can accommodate 200,000 spectators, had all its lighting equipment fully turned on.
