Beating Dai Mubai Senseless

Dai Mubai had hit a wall and could only smile awkwardly, not daring to show the slightest dissatisfaction.

Tang San and Xiao Wu nodded at Zhu Zhuqing and asked, "Are you alright?"

Zhu Zhuqing shook her head slightly. "I'm fine. That person wasn't capable of hurting me."

"Right, but I wonder how Fatty and Oscar are doing."

"They should be back soon. They..."

"Ladies and gentlemen!!"

"Now, please welcome Soto Great Spirit Arena's biggest dark horse of recent days—Three-Slasher!"

"Where are your screams?"

"Ah!!"

"Woohoo!! Three-Slasher, I love you!!"

"..."

The sounds outside stunned Dai Mubai and the other two. They had just been talking about him, and now it was his turn to take the stage?

The three hurried to the window, and Zhu Zhuqing could not help joining them. All four wanted to see what this "Three-Slasher" truly looked like.

Amid the crowd's cheers, a masked man stepped onto the stage.

He wore black-and-white brocade robes. He was around 1.75 meters tall, neither burly nor thin, with an average build. The dust around him could not come near him, seemingly blocked by an invisible force.

The mysterious mask concealed his true face, while his dreadlocks made him look dashing and imposing, brimming with vigor.

Dai Mubai narrowed his eyes and said seriously, "He's an expert."

Tang San and the others: "..."

Wasn't that obvious? Could someone win thirty-four matches in a row without being an expert?

The host continued, "Are you all curious about Three-Slasher's opponent tonight?"

"Then let us welcome, with the warmest applause—Evil-Eyed White Tiger!"

"Evil-Eyed White Tiger, please take the stage!"

"Get on stage!"

"Come on, get up there..."

The surrounding audience erupted into cheers.

Dai Mubai, still in the waiting room, felt as if he had been struck by lightning!

Could his luck really