Chapter 1167

"Go for it, Lin Cheng, I'm rooting for you!" Miss Qianhui gave an encouraging pat on Lin Cheng's back, motioning for him to get on stage.

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"Sigh, no one understands me." Lin Cheng sighed.

He could only slowly pass through the noisy crowd, then finally jumped up and with great difficulty climbed onto the duel stage that was a full two meters tall.

This design is simply outrageous.

He couldn't figure out a duel arena two meters high — how are the front-row spectators supposed to watch?

Wouldn't their heads have to tilt all the way back until they're pressed against their backs?

Standing on the field with his opponent, Lin Cheng quickly sized up the young lady across from him — a warrior wielding twin swords. Her resolute gaze stood in sharp contrast to Lin Cheng's dispirited appearance. Each stood on one side of the arena, and the crowd below all felt the female warrior was very likely to win.

Even that female warrior herself thought so; compared to herself, her opponent looked as if he'd just woken up, with no energy at all.

A warrior is supposed to gather essence, qi, and spirit throughout the whole body — what kind of look is that lazy, slovenly manner?

"Then, the battle is about to…."

"Wait!"

The referee's announcement was cut off halfway by Lin Cheng, and the referee looked at Lin Cheng in confusion.

"What's the matter? This warrior…." Death.