"Congratulations to Gao Wu for winning this match..."
The host raised Gao Wu's arm high and led him in acknowledging the audience.
Gao Wu's eyes were swollen too, and his brow bone and the corner of his mouth were both split. He should have looked rather bedraggled, but his eyes shone brightly and his face was filled with unyielding resolve, giving him instead an air of formidable courage.
That appearance earned him even more cheers and applause.
Han Yang even rose to applaud below the stage. He pulled the seated Yang Ru to her feet as well. Yang Ru looked reluctant. "We're neither related nor acquainted. Why should I clap and cheer for him?"
She did not like Gao Wu, and she liked his wild boasts even less. A mere Martial Artist claiming to be number one under heaven—wasn't that enough to make people laugh their teeth out?
"He's our age, after all. Defeating Mad Dog was genuinely impressive." Han Yang offered his praise sincerely. His strength and speed were somewhat greater than Mad Dog's, but his physical toughness was far inferior.
Of course, Mad Dog was clearly not very bright. By the second round, he had started throwing punches in a mess. The crucial thing was that Gao Wu had been able to withstand Mad Dog's fierce assault. That physique was downright monstrous.
The Xuetao Cup was only a little over twenty days away. If he ran into Gao Wu during the competition, he truly was not confident he could win. Losing to another Advanced Martial Artist was normal, but losing to someone his own age would be far too humiliating.
Then there would be the Qilin Cup next April. Perhaps he should take the risk and try injecting an agent...
Lv Hongsheng was somewhat surprised in the private