It's not just this match that we need to win, but every single match after this. We can't afford to lose any." 。The time has come to defend the glory of Grade Three, Class One. 。"Her voice was calm,...Lan Buzi stood beside the competition stage, her face grim. She didn't go to the rest room today; she didn't want to see that person at all, let alone talk to him. 。For some reason, she, who was always very well-mannered, would lose control of her temper whenever she faced that person. 。

Lan Buzi cursed someone viciously in his heart.

"Achoo!" In the resting area, Tang Wulin sneezed and rubbed his nose helplessly, looking out. 。This is someone cursing themselves! When one's spiritual cultivation reaches a certain level, they will have a sort of subconscious awareness of things related to themselves. 。The Thousand-Year Terrace Pavilion was sitting on a sofa across from him, much farther away, with his eyes closed in meditation. 。ven filled with anger and resentment. 。But when he truly faced Sima Jinchi and felt the aura emanating from him, he realized it wasn't like that. 。The Dragon Slayer Blade did indeed cause some changes...