"After all, you are too weak. If I were replaced by me, I would be able to handle him in three rounds."

Zhao Xiaodie waved her pink fist and said arrogantly.

"Yes, yes, you're amazing."

Fang Han didn't want to argue with her, so he sat back to his position quietly.

The audience was still cheering loudly, and it lasted for a minute before the voice gradually lowered.

At this time, the referee said: "The championship has been created, and next is a challenge. Any warrior who is unwilling to accept can come up to challenge it. Of course, the premise is that you are under forty years old."

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds.

No one stood up, and everyone thought that this martial arts conference would end like this.

Just as the referee is about to announce it.

Suddenly, Zhao Xiaodie stood up.
Chapter completed!