Knowing that his opponent was Shang Yunfeng, whose reputation and infamy spread far within the Sect, Little Fatty's heart had harbored the intention to concede defeat early on.
If it hadn't been for that, he wouldn't have been lingering under the stage, utterly reluctant to ascend to the platform.
"It wasn't me, really wasn't me."
"I don't know which damn bastard did it, but they seriously screwed me over and kicked me onto the stage!"
Shaking his head like a rattle-drum, Little Fatty wore an aggrieved expression, waving his hands repeatedly.
Especially upon hearing that Shang Yunfeng said he wouldn't kill him, but merely maim him, even Little Fatty's voice trembled with a conspicuous sob.
Just moments before, beneath the stage, although Shang Yunfeng had promised to spare him from attack for three moves, Little Fatty didn't fully trust his word and had been hesitating, unable to make a decisive move onto the platform.
