Amidst the crowd came some dissatisfied voices, "Lord Li Qing, teach him a lesson, let him know the consequences of arrogance!" someone shouted loudly, clearly discontented with Liu Wenlong's arrogant demeanor.
"Yes, let this boy from the East get out of here!" Another person echoed, their voice bearing obvious hostility.
Zhao Dongfang stood to the side, his mouth slightly twitching, muttering to himself: "Him, I'm also from the East, should I also be chased away?" He felt somewhat embarrassed and helpless but understood that it was best not to intervene at this moment, or he would find himself in an even more awkward situation.
Li Qing shook his head faintly, a slight smile of helplessness appearing on his face, "Alright, since it's a spar, let's keep it light." His voice was calm and powerful, carrying an undeniable authority.
