C158 Hatred Pulled to the Max

Lin Xuan stood in the arena, a solitary figure amidst heaven and earth. With his hands clasped behind his back and a face devoid of emotion, he spoke with composure, "Brother Chu, how do you fare? Are you capable of continuing the battle?"

His words cut deep, like a dagger to the heart, and many in the crowd bristled with indignation. It was one thing to win