"Teacher Wu, I won this match, didn't I?"
After getting to his feet, Lu Chuan leaned forward slightly and extended his long, clean hand like a gentleman.
Wu Zhangkong looked at Lu Chuan, her thoughts in disarray. For some reason, the usually composed woman suddenly felt irritated when faced with Lu Chuan, who had become even calmer after the battle!
This irritation had come out of nowhere.
Deep down, she felt that Lu Chuan should not be discussing victory or defeat with her right now. There should have been something else...
Forcibly suppressing the irritation in her heart, Wu Zhangkong finally raised her hand lightly and placed it in Lu Chuan's palm.
A steady force gently pulled her to her feet.
Whether Lu Chuan did it deliberately or not—
After that little maneuver, Wu Zhangkong ended up in his arms again.
Tang Wuyue, watching from the side, covered her mouth with her small hands and nearly cried out in shock.
The blush on Wu Zhangkong's face had yet to fade.
Now that they were in such close contact again, her pretty face immediately turned even redder, like a ripe peach.
At the sight, Lu Chuan swallowed helplessly.
Though he was only nine years old on the surface, in terms of his soul, he was already an old bastard who had lived for tens of thousands of years!
How could anyone possibly resist an icy beauty like Wu Zhangkong showing such a shy expression?!
But before Lu Chuan could do anything, Wu Zhangkong quickly pulled back her hand and fled the Martial Arts Arena as though escaping a disaster.
Only one sentence echoed through the Martial Arts Arena:
"I'll count this battle as my loss! But don't get too full of yourself. I still haven't used my Battle Armor. If you