"It's possible he was short of breath. Zheng Hong talks too much, and I guess he was still trying to catch his breath when he got ambushed. This time, he made a fool of himself, got knocked out by a junior from the Golden Jade Class, and will be laughed at forever," Zheng Xia sneered.
"He was too careless." Zheng Ming nodded, accepting this guess, "Don't be careless later. As soon as you get on stage, take it seriously. Win back the face we lost."
"Okay. Leave it to me, Zheng Hong was too careless," Zheng Xia nodded. "I'm not as careless as he is."
Soon, Zheng Hong was sent to the hospital, and Yu Hong stepped up to face the second seed from the Dao Seed Class, Zheng Xia.
"First of all, I'm not as easy to ambush as Zheng Hong. You just got lucky with him. But now, your luck has run out," Zheng Xia said loudly, assuming a fighting stance.
Yu Hong: "...."
