Chen Chuan waited until Toad Blade's life signs had completely vanished before turning back. He walked over to Zhao Qian and asked in a calm voice, "Manager Zhao, have you made up your mind?"
Zhao Qian lay there, staring blankly at Chen Chuan.
He had just witnessed the entire fight. He had been certain that Chen Chuan stood no chance, yet a Third Limit Fighter had been brutally cut down right before his eyes. The dissonance between his expectations and reality, combined with his shattered hopes and physical discomfort, twisted his face into a grimace.
He finally realized it now: Chen Chuan hadn't taken any drugs at all. It was all a sham! The man standing before him was, without a doubt, a Third Limit Fighter!
'You Xing must have died because he underestimated his opponent.'
'Now it's my turn.'
Lying there, he met Chen Chuan's downward gaze. He heaved his chest, his lips parted, and a hoarse, gurgling sound escaped him, as if he was trying to say something but couldn't.
