C585 Beat You to the Point of Crying

"Why is it you?" Chu Lin rubbed his temples, feeling a slight headache coming on.

"Don't tell me I'm not allowed to compete in the Tianwu Sect Competition?" Zhao Mengdieh challenged, her eyes wide with a mischievous glint.

Chu Lin gave a slight shake of his head. "I just mean that if you're up against me, you're likely to be knocked out in the first round."

Zhao Mengdieh's brows knit together