A Tier Three Martial Saint with a short beard twitching slightly at the corner of his mouth, watching the fierce, yet somehow lacking, strikes on the stage, couldn't help but lowly voice his complaints to his companion beside him: "Hey, Old Li, why do I feel like this fight is... hmm... too pleasing to the eye?"
The Tier Three Divine Chosen referred to as Old Li beside him was watching with keen interest.
Upon hearing this, he paused, then burst into laughter, patting his companion's shoulder: "Old Zhang, you are just too serious, isn't looking good enough? Look at how happy everyone is!"
He pointed around at the passionately cheering, unblinking audience, lowered his voice with a mischievous smile: "What's wrong with throwing a fake match? Isn't it better than Bail Huo directly conceding and leaving everyone staring blankly? Thunder God and Bail Huo are caring for everyone's emotions, making everyone happy, what's this called? This is called human relations! Got it?"
