Fang Caiying had just landed on the stage when she heard Fu Songcheng chuckle and say, "Hey beautiful, I heard Zhaang Ye giving you some pointers just now. What's this? You think you can beat me? Let me tell you, beating me on this stage is impossible. Heh heh, in bed, on the other hand..."
The few referees on the stage frowned deeply. This Fu Songcheng didn't seem like a Martial Arts Ninth Layer master at all, but more like a street thug, his words utterly flippant. If any ordinary young master had spoken like that, these referees would have slapped him long ago. But Fu Songcheng's father was the Hall Master of the Moon Country True Hall. Even with their special status, the referees couldn't afford to offend him, so they could only pretend not to have heard.
"Enough! Both sides, prepare!" The head referee decisively cut Fu Songcheng off and announced, "The match begins!"
