Now that Zhao Chi had gone onstage, there was no one blocking his vision from looking at Zhao Linlong. Zhao Linlong wore a golden robe. He had thick black eyebrows, and an aura as deep as the sea.
Since the beginning of the tournament Zhao Linlong had his eyes closed. Even when Zhao Feng defeated Zhao Han, he had remained expressionless, as if nothing mattered to him.
“Zhao Linlong, give me some face. Come onstage.” Zhao Chi said mockingly.
“Number one, Zhao Linlong.” The judge warned.
“Hmm.” Zhao Linlong slowly rose.
The moment he stood up, he turned into a golden blur. Instantly, he landed onstage.
“How are there so many Zhao Linlong’s?”
“Afterimage! So fast!”