"Kid, weren't you quite damn fierce when you just swung that sword at me?"
"Ah?!"
Zhang Feng sneered as he walked over and stomped hard on Sun Zhe's hand that was holding the sword.
"You think you can snatch my Martial Hero title, you damn well fit?"
"Ah?"
"I'm talking to you!"
He then kicked hard, sending Sun Zhe's body rolling across the ground like a soccer ball.
But Zhang Feng deliberately controlled the force of his kick, not sending Sun Zhe off the stage directly.
Because he promised Qi Xue he would cripple Sun Zhe, so how could he let Sun Zhe leave the stage so easily?
He walked towards Sun Zhe with a large knife, sneering, "Since we've met today, let me teach you about the cruelty of the Martial Artist Realm, I'll give you a lesson!"
"..."
At this moment.
The audience below was in an uproar.
Many of Sun Zhe's supporters were voicing their dissatisfaction.
