Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall won the second match, as their strength was clearly superior.
"The third match: Number Ten from Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall versus Number One from Tian Nan Martial Arts Hall!"
Yang Qi was startled. It was his turn. His opponent, Number Ten, was far too weak. He couldn't muster the slightest interest. But since he had promised to help, he might as well go up.
Number Ten from Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall was a powerfully built young man. At this moment, however, his expression was grim, and he was hesitating. Before he had come up, Chen Li had told him to just concede the match directly. Yang Qi was not someone he could handle. But the man seemed to possess a certain pride and was unwilling to give up so easily.
"You're just a skinny monkey! I refuse to believe I can't beat you! The Young Miss underestimates me too much!" the burly young man roared, charging at Yang Qi.
Yang Qi simply shook his head and casually swung a slap.
