Below, You Xiaoyu, the blue-robed young man from Team Two, nearly spat out the breath he had just drawn in.
Over on the other side, the couple surnamed Lie and their companion all burst out laughing.
Bing Xiao Bing's smile never faded. "Student Zuo, I sincerely want to be friends with you... how about we exchange contact details? After the match, we can arrange a time for me to treat you to a meal. What do you say?"
Zuo Xiaoduo grew increasingly surprised.
He carefully sensed her over and over. This girl really did seem to harbor no hostility or malice toward him, only a sincerity that came straight from the heart.
Thoughts flashing through his mind, he said solemnly, "All right!"
"My number is..." Bing Xiao Bing transmitted a string of numbers to him.
Zuo Xiaoduo simply took out his Ninety-Nine Star Soul phone and openly saved the number right there on the stage, then dialed it. "This is my number... huh? Why is your phone off?"
Bing Xiao Bing coughed. "Before a fight, especially against a formidable opponent, of course I have to turn it off. No worries, no worries. Once the fight is over, I'll turn it on and contact you right away."
"All right."
Zuo Xiaoduo said solemnly, "Allow me to introduce myself formally. My name is Zuo Xiaoduo, a first-year student at Hidden Dragon High Martial with a cultivation in the Dan Origin Realm. My fellow students have kindly bestowed upon me the nickname Iron Fist Young Master."
"I'm truly unworthy," Zuo Xiaoduo said. "I merely have a tiny bit of personal insight into fist techniques."
The corners of Bing Xiao Bing's mouth twitched. "My name is Bing Xiao Bing, an ordinary disciple from a nameless sect. By a stroke of luck, I attained the