Yang Luo raised his eyes to look at the three, Huang Yuchen, and asked calmly, "What about you? Do you yield?"
Mang Tianci and Nangong Yao both had somber expressions, naturally unwilling to yield.
After all, they were among the top ten prodigies of Huangzhou, attracting attention wherever they went, and were idols admired by countless young people.
But tonight, in front of so many people, they lost face, which was hard for them to accept.
Huang Yuchen shouted angrily, "Brother Wu, Brother Lu, you are prodigies of the young generation of Huangzhou. After just a few moves, have you already yielded?
This battle tonight is bound to spread, how will people talk about you then?
Don't you find it disgraceful?"
Wu Qiansheng frowned and said, "Huang Yuchen, you don't need to use reverse psychology on me.
Although I only exchanged a few moves with Brother Yang, I am already aware of the gap between us.
If I continue to fight, that would only be inviting humiliation."
