"So, you can clearly run so fast, but why were you slowing down?" The bearded man cursed as he ran.
"I also want to ask you. You can clearly run, why were you slowing down?" Chen Yu was displeased.
"We were taking care of you!"
"I was taking care of you too!"
A martial artist who was panting behind him shouted, "You're just a Level 1 martial artist, taking care of us Level 2 and 3 martial artists?"
Chen Yu did not even turn his head. "Look at how tired you are. Stop talking, you're going to lose your breath."
"...I'm going to lose my breath right now."
The bearded man sized Chen Yu up. "As expected of the top scorer. Your kind of physical strength has broken my understanding."
"This is a talent. It was born by my parents."
"I watched your match. I watched it in the audience. But only when I'm face to face with you can I feel the strength of your physique."