I Never Boast

Tang Lan seized the moment, smiled faintly, and said:

"Senior Xiaotao, tired already? How about taking a break?"

Those casual words only made Ma Xiaotao burn with even greater fury.

"Tang Lan, don't get cocky!" Ma Xiaotao roared, launching another fierce assault.

But by now, she was already panting heavily, her forehead covered in beads of sweat.

Tang Lan shook his head. With a flash of his figure, he instantly appeared behind Ma Xiaotao.

"Senior, the outcome of this match has already been decided."

Ma Xiaotao spun around sharply, only to find Tang Lan standing there quietly, that infuriating smile still on his face.

The spectators below the stage also saw the shift in the situation and marveled at Tang Lan's strength.

"Tang Lan is actually this formidable? Even Senior Xiaotao can't do anything to him."

"Looks like his earlier arrogance wasn't without reason."

The instructors' expressions also became complicated. They were astonished by Tang Lan's strength, yet displeased by his arrogant attitude.

On the arena stage, Ma Xiaotao was gasping for breath, her chest heaving violently.

Every breath seemed so heavy, and her eyes were filled with unwillingness.

Her gaze blazed like a raging fire, as though she wanted to burn Tang Lan before her into ashes.

Tang Lan, meanwhile, looked at her calmly, his arms folded casually across his chest. He stood as straight as a pine, his expression relaxed and at ease.

He looked as though he were waiting for her to willingly admit defeat, as though everything were completely under his control.

Ma Xiaotao bit down hard on her lower lip, nearly drawing blood, and forced herself to throw another punch.

But this punch was slow and weak, its force soft and feeble.

It was utterly unlike her earlier momentum. Tang Lan casually extended his broad,