Just then, it was time for the fourth contestant to make her dazzling entrance-Wang Zhu.
To everyone's surprise, her opponent was the same as before: Wang Zhu!
It truly proved the old saying: "Enemies always meet on narrow roads!"
Wang Zhu's face was as pale as paper, but a surge of stubborn defiance rose within her.
She thought to herself, Hmph! I refuse to believe I'll lose to this bitch again!
Without another word, the two immediately launched into another fierce clash.
The spectators at the sidelines were drawn in by the fierce battle, shouting their encouragement.
"Go, Senior Sister Wang! Beat the crap out of her!"
The most enthusiastic of them all was Ying Ming Hao, who shouted at the top of his lungs as though pouring every ounce of his strength into his cheers.
His normally fair face had flushed bright red from excitement, making him look just like a ripe apple.
The outcome, however, held no suspense.
After a fierce exchange, Wang Zhu leaped nimbly into the air and landed firmly astride Wang Zhu's chest, raining down punches.
Poor Wang Zhu was utterly incapable of fighting back and could only endure whatever her opponent did to her. Before long, the front teeth she had only recently regrown suffered again-seven or eight were brutally knocked out!
The situation was spiraling out of control. If no one intervened, Wang Zhu might really tear off Wang Zhu's undergarments!
Especially those old lechers from places like the Joyous Union Sect-their lustful eyes were fixed on that expanse of snow-white skin, their eyeballs practically falling out of their sockets!
And so, one gripping contest after another continued to unfold.
Though the tournament progressed noticeably more slowly than before, the excitement of each match soared, leaving the audience dazzled and their blood