C197 Post-war Income(1)

Ma Mingyun flipped his number plate, and the number of fights became two. He walked over, picked up his white sword, and said to the referee, "Since that's the case, I'll be leaving first."

"Yes, goodbye Mister."

Ma Mingyun walked down the stage, wanting to walk out through the long passage. Right now his God Power was almost completely exhausted, and his injuries weren't light either