Minister Ding rolled his eyes.
Today, they were tangled up with the "Xiao" generation. Everyone who came out had "Xiao" in their name.
Every contestant from Hidden Dragon High Martial had an impressive, grand-sounding name. Unfortunately, they had all met their deaths at the hands of the Xiao generation...
Wait, did that mean the more outstanding your name was today, the less chance you had of winning?
Take Bu Yunxiao, for instance. That was absolutely a protagonist's name, and hadn't he lost too?
Hmm, in this next match, Hidden Dragon High Martial was sending out... Zuo Xiaoduo?!
Two members of the Xiao generation were actually facing off. Who knew whether this would be worth watching!
Minister Ding sighed and looked across.
This Bing Xiao Bing... doesn't your conscience hurt, giving yourself a name like that?
Over on the other side.
"Hahahahaha..."
With a long burst of laughter, Bing Xiao Bing had already risen impatiently and hurried toward the arena, appearing on the platform in a flash. Clearly, she had been looking forward to this fight for a long time.
Marshal Dongfang and the other two all made the same movement: rubbing between their eyebrows with their fingers.
Fuck!
I give up... these old bastards have all become shameless now. They really have no bottom line anymore.
Wen Xingtian looked at Zuo Xiaoduo, who had already stood up but remained rooted to the spot, his expression strange beyond description. Puzzled, he said, "Go on. What are you dawdling for?"
Zuo Xiaoduo pulled a mournful face. "Teacher Wen, can I concede...? This one, I most likely can't beat. I know my own limits... I'll just get beaten up if I go up there..."
Concede?!
At that answer, Wen Xingtian's temper flared.
*I'm fucking counting on you to win us some honor, and