Zhang Weili and others quickly packed up and left the backstage, meeting up with Lu Zheng and the others in the hotel suite.
"That was awesome!"
Zhao Xiaodao was excited, "Wei Li, you're incredible, you KO'd the opponent in one second!"
Zhang Weili gave a bashful smile, looked at Lu Zheng with admiration, and then said, "It's all thanks to Brother Lu."
"Huh?"
Zhao Xiaodao was stunned. Comparing Zhang Weili's performance just now, he immediately figured it out, "Brother Lu just transferred energy to you! Just like in martial arts novels!"
Zhang Weili, feeling the complicated yet immensely powerful "Plow Mountain Seven Cuts" in her mind, smiled and nodded, "More or less."
"Yay!"
Zhao Xiaodao swung his arm excitedly, proud of his own cleverness.
"We can celebrate, but what about the things that come after?" Zhang Weili's coach, though shocked by her outburst, came over with his phone, still somewhat worried, "Things have blown up, both domestically and here."
