Yuan Ying's gaze was vacant, staring blankly at Xiao Zheng. This figure suddenly became infinitely towering in her heart.
"Hmph, so what if you defeated him? There's still me!"
Just as everyone present was in shock, another person let out a cold snort, looking at Xiao Zheng with unfriendly eyes.
"It's really shameful to lose to him."
Next to him, Fang Zheng looked dismissively at Fang Tong, who was lying on the ground, spitting blood.
"Kid, don't think that defeating that guy makes you very proud. He's just a flashy, hollowed-out waste. I won't be like him."
Seeing his companion defeated, Fang Zheng showed no change, his gaze sharp as he spoke to Xiao Zheng.
Being from the same martial arts hall, he naturally knew Fang Tong's background. Fang Tong had long been hollowed out by debauchery, such a waste didn't even deserve to be called a Martial Artist!
