"This Luo Cheng is just too foolish to compete with Gao Ming in speed. Gao Ming is a Sixth Layer Transcendence Realm Martial Artist, with thriving vitality, Essence Qi burning like fire, and possessing the Three Forms Power, capable of exerting seventy-five thousand pounds of force! Isn't he just slamming himself into a wall?"
"Haha, what do you know? Losing in terms of speed can be attributed to lower cultivation levels. At least it won't be as embarrassing on the surface."
"Makes sense! It seems Luo Cheng knows he's bound to lose in this competition and just wants to go down with a little more dignity!"
"Of course."
The crowd buzzed with discussions, and not one person on the scene believed that Luo Cheng could win.
"It's over!"
Gu Lingfeng couldn't help but shake his head.
He had harbored a sliver of hope initially.
But upon hearing that it was a competition of speed, that last shred of hope was completely extinguished.
"I hope for a miracle..."
