"Ah... ah... I'm fine."
Fang Wushang looked at his own dazed face with concern.
Did he lose?
Although Ye Qiu couldn't quite believe it. The terrifying reaction speed Long Yijian displayed at the last moment of the offensive and defensive exchange had surpassed the limits of players, the limits of humanity. That impossibly fast speed even made his silhouette appear distorted in the image.
Ye Qiu sat on the ground, looking up at Long Yijian standing a short distance away.
For some reason, the winner's face showed a rather sinister expression at this moment. The deep blue Holy Knight squinted his metallic eyes, glanced over, then turned around without a word, slowly disappearing into the rest area amid thunderous cheers.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
"What... what is this?"
"It's nothing, just as you see. Come on, stand up quickly!"
