They Had the Same Results, and They Were Valid

He turned around.

He saw Jiang Fan shaking his head.

"Forget it!"

"There's no point explaining these things to trash like them!"

"If they could understand, they wouldn't have been crushed by us in the first round!"

"The second round starts tomorrow. Our time is precious, so let's not waste it here with them!"

The corners of Zhong Zhengbai's mouth curled up.

As expected of Mr. Jiang—he was vicious enough to shatter the other side's defenses with a single sentence.

So he cooperated and said,

"Good!"

"Then let's go back!"

"Let's focus our energy on something meaningful!"

In the end, he still hadn't dared to insult everyone like Jiang Fan had.

But even so, the other side remained abnormally agitated.

"What? How dare you say that about us?"

"I'm a dignified level-eleven Martial Arts Master, and you dare call me trash? Who do you think you are?"

"You've got a little strength and already don't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is. Is this the caliber of the adjudicators from the 50th Province?"

"..."

Among the crowd, Lu Xiaojian, the 50th Province's old rival, was suffering the most at that moment.

Jiang Fan's breezy, indifferent attitude made him feel nakedly humiliated.

Amid the commotion, he stepped forward with a dark expression.

"What did you just say?"

"I didn't hear you clearly!"

"Who did you say was trash?"

Jiang Fan raised an eyebrow, and his tone suddenly became very polite.

"Ah... sorry!"

"I chose my words poorly just now!"

"I didn't say you were trash!"

Lu Xiaojian's heart settled, and he secretly let out a sigh of relief.

It seemed this brat still had some sense.

He hadn't gone so mad as to disregard everyone!

At least toward him, he had retained some restraint.

But...

Even