C346 Eight-person Runoff

"Lord Ren, it's raining!" Zhao Hao's expression was urgent, "Our Martial Arts Competition is still....."

"Continue as usual!"

Ren Ziloong let out a cold snort. He was drenched from head to toe by the heavy rain. His eyes were still as resolute as before. Today, he was determined that he would obtain first place!

"Alright then …"

Zhao Hao nodded in agreement and looked towards the arena