C31 Wind Rhythm

Lin Nan Feng was lying on his bed, smoking with a frown. From the cigarette butts on the floor, it could be seen that he had maintained this posture for at least half an hour.

He was not worried about tomorrow's finals, because with Yamamoto Michio's current level of skill, he was only doing what he should have done. With his current level of success, he had enough power to beat him