Eight Kills Breaks the Record

"Mm-hmm!" Yang Bo saw Liu Jingxiang and Zhou Kexin nodding repeatedly in agreement with him through the rearview mirror.

He also felt that the two of them had not been too deeply influenced by the Second Game World.

Yang Bo took the competitors' special passage, and the parking lot was in a restricted area as well, so he did not run into anyone else.

Liu Jingxiang and Zhou Kexin did not know what to say either, because anything they said would seem inadequate. They could only silently help organize his competition gear.

Yang Bo felt strange, as though a young wife were packing her husband's luggage before he went out.

I've never had the chance to enjoy that kind of life. Yang Bo hurriedly pushed the thought away.

"I'm off!" Once his equipment was sorted, it was about time. Yang Bo tossed out those words and headed for the arena.

Zhou Kexin and Liu Jingxiang exchanged glances, both feeling strange as well.

Still, they hurried toward the stands.

Their close friends had long been waiting for them in the stands.

"You two are outrageous."

"You actually wouldn't let my little brother Yang Bo meet me."

"Exactly, exactly."

"Jingxiang, didn't you say last time that you liked limited-edition handbags? I'll give you one if you introduce Yang Bo to me. How about it?"

The two women found it strange. Since when had these friends around them started speaking so pleasantly?

"Watch the match!" they quickly said.

"The following match is destined to go down in the history of the Swordplay Association."

"Whether our Rookie King, Yang Bo, breaks the historical record or not, he has already written his name into the history of the Swordplay Association."

"This is also a clash at the peak. Our competitor Mina's popularity is only slightly