545 Tried My Best

"Round Two, Fang Zhirong wins!"

Fang Zhirong stood blankly after hearing the referee's announcement. As he watched Lou Cheng go off, a rush of Qi and blood coursed through him. Angry and humiliated, he clenched his fists so hard that they made a popping sound.

"He's not just minorly wounded. The last two hits should have been Internal Explosion Punches…" mused Liu Chang in the commentary box, both expressing his awe and hoping for affirmation.

However, he didn't get the response he was hoping for. In fact, he didn't get anything— no affirmation or refutation. It was eerily quiet beside him.

What's going on? Liu Chang turned to look at his partner. He Xiaowei looked distraught— a vacant expression, murmuring lips, and face turning red and green in turn.

Hmm? What has Fang Zhirong's injury got to do with you? Why the long face? Liu Chang felt puzzled.

Then it hit him. He instantly knew what was going on after remembering something from before.