"Dai Mubai, are you deaf? If you are, then I'll graciously trouble myself to say it again."
Xue Haicang swept a contemptuous gaze over Dai Mubai.
"Xue Haicang, don't push your luck!" Dai Mubai said through gritted teeth.
"Push my luck? Not at all. I've regretted not properly roasting that ungrateful wolf Qin Ming over a hot iron for a long time." Xue Haicang snorted, his voice dripping with disdain.
Tang San narrowed his eyes and asked icily, "Are you trying to provoke us?"
"Provoke you? You trash who got swept seven to one aren't even worth it!" Xue Haicang scoffed.
"Who are you calling trash?"
Dai Mubai roared, on the verge of exploding.
"Hahaha! Getting swept seven to one must have left you feeling pretty inferior, huh? If you feel inferior, you should hide in a corner and lick your wounds, not jump out here and make fools of yourselves."
Xue Haicang threw back his head and laughed wildly before delivering his taunt.
Faced with such mockery, not only Dai Mubai but even Tang San and the others could no longer hold themselves back.
Just as the two sides were about to come to blows, with swords drawn and bows taut, Bai Yan's voice suddenly rang out.
"Haicang, let it go. There's no need to waste words on these people. We still have to watch the match between the Seven-Star Team and the Windfire Team."
"Hmph!"
Xue Haicang snorted coldly, then turned and left with the rest of the Imperial Fighting Team.
After Xue Haicang left, Dai Mubai clenched his fists in fury.
"Xiao San, how could you just let that bastard act so arrogantly?" Dai Mubai demanded.
"Because there's no need," Tang San said, shaking his head.
"Why?" Dai Mubai froze.
Tang San said, "If we get another