"Not coming anymore."
"I'll think about it when I get back and challenge you personally later." Luo Manghan shook his head and directly jumped off the arena.
The battle ended, and Lin Zheyu did not rest.
The previous fight hadn't exhausted him much.
"Is there anyone else who wants to come up and try?"
Lin Zheyu said calmly.
He glanced at the martial artists below the arena and saw many of the talented martial artists Lee Mengxi had warned him about before.
Back then, Lee Mengxi had brought some portraits, vividly painted, all of whom were famous talented martial artists at this exchange conference.
However, among these people, only Luo Dinglong had made a move; the others hadn't shown up.
After waiting for a while, no one came up.
Lin Zheyu looked at Monk Puxuan standing in the distance, seeming like he wasn't ready to make a move.
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, Puxuan moved.
But instead of heading towards Lin Zheyu, he went to the No. 8 arena.
