"Hehe! I was just joking with Ye."
"Xu Tianhao from the Xu Family broke the rules himself. Ye stepping in could be considered fair play."
"Today's Jiangnan City Martial Arts Tournament also ended perfectly, with the first place going to Ye without a doubt."
The originally gloomy-faced Mao Yu.
His expression changed instantly.
He burst into laughter directly.
It seemed that everything that just happened was merely a joke he played.
"Is this a slap followed by a sweet date?"
"What can be done, after all, Mao Yu is an Intermediate War General Martial Artist and a Guardian Strongman of Jiangnan City. His status and position are there, what waves can Ye Qingfeng stir up?"
"Does this count as Lord Mao Yu conceding?"
"Not conceding, more like playing with Ye Qingfeng! Anyway, he suffered no loss."
Mao Yu's move was executed to perfection.
It was like slapping Ye Qingfeng, and he couldn't even say anything.
This was blatant humiliation.
And Mao Yu just played a word game.
