"If I am inferior in skill, I, Zhao Wu, have nothing more to say!" Zhao Wu, after being stunned in disbelief for a moment, sighed helplessly and then left in despondence.
"Damn it!" Within the crowd, Zhao Zihao's face was flushed with embarrassment. The tone Zhao Letian used, it was as if an elder was guiding a junior – as though in Zhao Letian's eyes, both he and Zhao Wu were merely juniors, not even qualified to be Zhao Letian's opponents. To him, this was an utterly humiliating disgrace.
"Second brother, there's no need to be angry. Big brother will soon avenge you. Zhao Letian might be insolent in front of others, but in front of me, he can't be arrogant. I'll make him kneel and beg for mercy on the stage and publicly apologize to you!" Zhao Shijie said with a cold smile beside him.
"Um, I believe big brother can definitely defeat Zhao Letian." Zhao Zihao nodded, his expression invigorated.
