After the Madman Zhou and Zhou Nian left, Liu Zixuan handed Zhao Yi a cigarette: "Have a smoke to calm down, this is your first actual combat since becoming an expert!"
Zhao Yi took the cigarette and puffed twice, wrinkling his brow: "Zixuan, do you think I'm capable?"
"A man should never say he's not capable!"
Zhao Yi pursed his lips: "But I've been watching for quite a while, and it seems I can only beat Luo Yichuan, not the others!"
"Don't worry, I'll give you a bit of confidence in a moment!" Liu Zixuan said with a meaningful smile.
As they chatted, they looked over to the other side, where Luo Yichuan and Old Mei's fight was nearing its end.
Though both were sly foxes, this young fox was ultimately no match for the old fox. At this moment, Luo Yichuan's left arm was hanging limp like it was dislocated, and there were two overlapping palm prints on his face!
