Bai Xiuxiu and Lan Fuzi

After the match schedule was announced, Nan Fusheng walked out of Ming Capital Stadium. Suddenly, his heart stirred. His shoulders sank instinctively as he sidestepped half a pace.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort, carrying biting frost, came from behind him. Though he had avoided a direct collision, a hand still clamped precisely onto his shoulder. That palm seemed to contain some strange suction force, dragging him back with irresistible strength.

Nan Fusheng steadied himself. Without even turning around, the familiar aura and the unique spiritual fluctuations of the Spirit Domain had already revealed the visitor's identity.

"Do you need something?" He turned around, his tone carrying a trace of barely concealed helplessness.

Lan Fuzi looked at him coldly. "You should count yourself lucky—lucky that you weren't grouped with me. Otherwise, I'd beat you so badly your mother wouldn't recognize you."

Nan Fusheng's expression abruptly darkened, as though covered in frost. He slapped her hand away, the force making Lan Fuzi stagger back half a step. In a low voice, he said, "If you only came here to threaten me, then you can get lost."

"But let me warn you—" He stepped forward, and the air around him seemed to freeze. "Threaten me if you want, but if you dare bring up my mother again, I'll let you experience what it feels like to be beaten so badly your own mother won't recognize you."

Deep in his heart, the mother named Lan Yuxi had long become nothing more than a vague symbol, incapable of stirring even the slightest emotional ripple. Yet in the eyes of others, he had always been the very model of filial devotion.

Lan Fuzi froze for a moment. Her spiritual cultivation had already reached the Spirit Domain, allowing her to clearly sense the instant surge of hostility in