587 Poisonous Milk!

Silence!

The colosseum had turned eerily silent.

No one had ever thought that you could fight in such a manner and have a duel like this.

Especially the foreigners. They felt that they had gained some exposure!

This was the Global Exchange Conference. Even if you didn't plan to have an exciting and glamorous match, you should take care of your dignity, you bastard!

The martial warriors found the edge of their lips twitching as they stared at the unconscious Fortes in the colosseum. They found the ghastly sight of his swollen head a little funny. But soon after, they started sympathizing with him.

What a poor little thing!

How could he be so unlucky?

Everyone's gaze turned ambiguous as they looked at Wang Teng again.

Fear!

Even the talents who hadn't started fighting, for instance, Gerald, Valeria, and Tongji, felt fear in their hearts. Their gazes flickered, and their heads were hurting.