Wang Zhuoyong glanced at Xiao Zongting, noticing Xiao Zongting's cold expression as he sat there silently.
Xiao Zongting's gaze swept over the large puddle of vomit by Liang Wu's feet, and the disgusting stench of alcohol was carried by the wind. Xiao Zongting furrowed his brow, thinking: Could it be that Liang Wu was still drunk, his steps unsteady, allowing Duan Rong to easily evade his attack?
Earlier, Duan Rong had barely moved twice, and he hadn't seen clearly.
"Perhaps it was just a coincidence." Xiao Zongting finally concluded, glancing at Duan Rong standing alone in the ring, and brushed the matter off his mind.
Wang Zhuoyong noticed Xiao Zongting's gaze change, and immediately asked with some embarrassment, "Elder Xiao, shouldn't we draw again? As for Liang Wu, I'll make sure to give him a heavy punishment when this is over!"
