Denglong Hall.
The eyes of fifty thousand spectators all turned to the big screen, fixing on the short-haired young man's face. He wasn't exactly handsome, but his gaze burned with a blazing, pure light.
His name: Martial Arts!
Lu Chenzhou's performance yesterday wasn't particularly dazzling. Compared to Ye Chen and Lin Zirong, who crushed their opponents like blazing suns, he was still a bit lacking. But today, in several matches, he played steadily and solidly, like an Invincible War God, turning the tide again and again against the odds, finally defeating both Ye Chen and Lin Zirong—the hottest championship contenders—fair and square.
If he had only beaten one of them, people might have said it was just luck.
But with both defeated, no one could doubt the true worth of this championship.
"Lu Chenzhou! Truly deserved!"
"Good, good, good, my Elephant Form is unbeatable, all right!"
