Exchanging Fists

At the VIP seats, Wang Chao and Elder Hong Hao gazed at each other.

"Bai Chao specializes in fist technique. Liu Yang... shouldn't be an opponent for him!"

Wang Chao hesitated. Even though he said such words, he clearly wasn't confident.

In the previous few matches, he had declared haughtily that Lu Xun's students would win, but in the end... all of them lost tragically.

This Bai Chao, based on Wang Chao's understanding, should be able to win easily, but... Zhang Xuan's students were simply unfathomable. All of his previous predictions had fallen through, and he had lost all his confidence.

"I think so too. He should... be able to win..."

Elder Hong Hao was dispirited as well.

He wanted to witness this Zhang laoshi being humiliated in public and lose all of his dignity. Yet, from the looks of it, it is impossible to humiliate him anymore. At this moment, all he can do is to try his best to preserve his own dignity...