At this moment, the atmosphere around Xi An and the others was extremely grave. They had lost two matches in a row, and both defeats had come with ridiculous ease. That brat had not even revealed a single trump card.
"Damn it, what do we do now? Even Wei Han lost. Wasn't it said that only speed could never be defeated? So why did he lose now—and lose so miserably?" someone ground out through clenched teeth, utterly unwilling to accept it.
"The principle is correct. Wei Han's speed was probably still not fast enough—at least, not fast in that brat's eyes. That was why his flaw was found so easily."
"To be honest, we really underestimated this brat. So it wasn't fake that he defeated Feng Xingyu, Zhang Haodang, and Meng Zhenshun. He really does have some skill."
"Although Wei Han and Miao Wushuang lost badly, you have to admit that the two of them are indeed capable. They rank among the top ten experts in Green Jade City. If even they lost, it proves this brat's strength is no trifling matter. We must acknowledge that."
"What use is acknowledging it? We still can't beat him. Are we supposed to just admit defeat?"
"Admit defeat? How could we? If we lose, we'll lose fifty points. That's a huge sum."
"That's right. We need to uncover all his trump cards now. Once we know his weakness, he won't be able to keep jumping around."
"Exactly. We have to take this brat completely seriously. We can't underestimate him again."
The crowd discussed heatedly. They had now thoroughly regarded Xia Ping as their number one enemy. Two crushing defeats in a row had thoroughly awakened them, and they no longer dared look down on Xia Ping in the slightest.
Even though this brat