C138 Qin Weiyang(1)

Wan Shaan had lost the battle, and the audience burst out in earth-shattering shouts, but Wan Shaan seemed to not care about any of this. Compared to before, there was a clear difference.

No one knew what was going on with him now.

The famous man who had shot down the man in the arena seemed to be a little weak after the first strike. He walked to the edge of the arena with unsteady steps and looked at Wan Shaan, who was sitting paralysed on the ground.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted to go back because there are still people waiting for me," the man said with a determined expression as he looked at Wan Shaan, who was slumped on the ground.

However, Wan Shaan acted as if he did not hear anything and continued to immerse himself in his own world. It was as if he was looking at something.

When the man saw Wan Shaan's reaction, he was slightly taken aback. It was as if he had discovered something.

In the end, the man sighed.

"Sigh, you are the same as me. I just don't know if you still have the time to find the person waiting for you." The man said something strange. After saying that, he no longer cared about Wan Shaan, who was sitting on the ground paralyzed. He dragged his tired body and turned around to leave.

The shouts from the audience in the Arena were getting louder and louder. Perhaps it was because Wan Shaan's undefeated record had finally been defeated. But most of the time, it was probably because he had lost all of the bets that he had placed on Wan Shaan.

In the private room above the Arena.

"As expected of Young Master Lee. With just one glance, he was able to see the difference between the two of them." When Zhao Hanyan saw the scene of Wan Shaan's defeat, he unexpectedly recalled Lee Zhuohua's previous judgement and immediately said to Lee Zhuohua.

"No, perhaps I was wrong." Lee Zhuohua waved his hand and said something that made Zhao Hanyan confused.

At this moment, Lee Zhuohua's eyes were locked on Wan Shaan, who was sitting paralyzed under the arena.

Previously, Lee Zhuohua's judgment was indeed as Zhao Hanyan had said. Wan Shaan would be defeated, but following the progress of the battle between the two on the Arena, Lee Zhuohua saw something different.

Just before the battle between Wan Shaan and the others ended, Lee Zhuohua could tell that Wan Shaan's strength was slowly being stimulated along with the battle. This made him remember a type of physique in his memories. Wan Shaan's current situation had some similarities with that physique.

If Wan Shaan really had the physique Lee Zhuohua had imagined, then the outcome of this battle would definitely not be like this. Because that physique would gradually stimulate more power along with the battle, and he would not be defeated because of a protracted battle.

However, Wan Shaan still lost, which made Lee Zhuohua doubt his own judgment.

But now that Lee Zhuohua saw the series of expressions on Wan Shaan's face after he was shot down from the arena, he saw some clues.

It seemed like Wan Shaan's mind was in a mess, which was why he was defeated.

"What exactly is it that made him lose his soul like this?" Lee Zhuohua stared at Wan Shaan and thought to himself.

Lee Zhuohua was now very curious about Wan Shaan's physique. He wanted to go and check it out. If it really was that kind of physique, then Lee Zhuohua didn't mind forming a good relationship with him. If it wasn't, it wouldn't have any effect.

"If it really is that kind of physique, then it will be fun." Lee Zhuohua thought to himself.

One had to know that that kind of physique rarely appeared even in the boundless world. Although it was not the best in the world, it could sweep across all enemies. However, the person with this kind of physique had an incomparable advantage in terms of growth, so Lee Zhuohua was very interested in Wan Shaan.

Zhao Hanyan, who was standing beside him, did not know what Lee Zhuohua was thinking about. She just felt that Lee Zhuohua was acting a little strange now. He had clearly made his own judgment earlier, but at this moment, he was refuting her. She did not know what Lee Zhuohua had discovered.

"Miss Zhao, I wonder if I can get this Wan Shaan to meet me." Lee Zhuohua retracted his gaze and turned to Zhao Hanyan.

Zhao Hanyan was wondering if Lee Zhuohua had made some discovery, but when he heard Lee Zhuohua make such a request, he couldn't react for a moment.

"Young Master Lee, what are you doing?" Zhao Hanyan looked at Lee Zhuohua with a probing gaze. She did not know what Lee Zhuohua's intention was.

Zi Lan, who had been silent for a long time, was also a little surprised when she heard that Lee Zhuohua wanted to meet Wan Shaan.

But Zi Lan did not ask, because she knew that no matter what Lee Zhuohua did, he had his own intentions. It didn't matter whether he asked or not. Once Lee Zhuohua did it, he would understand.

Lee Zhuohua saw Zhao Hanyan looking at him in confusion, wondering if he had misunderstood something.

He turned his head and looked at Wan Shaan below the arena. He saw that his upper body was bare, and his explosive muscles were showing strength. Even if there were injuries, they were more attractive.

Seeing this, the corner of Lee Zhuohua's mouth twitched, and his expression became a little stiff.

"Cough, cough, Miss Zhao, it's not what you think. Please don't misunderstand." Lee Zhuohua thought that Zhao Hanyan had misunderstood something and explained in an awkward tone.

When he said this, Zhao Hanyan's eyes became even more puzzled. What she was thinking was not what Lee Zhuohua had imagined, but what Lee Zhuohua said made her thoughts go astray.

Zhao Hanyan's gaze landed on Wan Shaan's muscles, and then he noticed Lee Zhuohua's awkward expression. She seemed to understand what he meant and subconsciously laughed out loud.

"Puff, Young Master Lee, you're overthinking." Zhao Hanyan covered his mouth and his shoulders kept shaking uncontrollably.

Lee Zhuohua also understood when he saw her appearance. It turned out that he had thought wrongly. He curled his lips helplessly.