C1057 The Power of a Finger

Ring number eight.

At this moment, countless gazes converged onto the arena number eight.

After taking more than ten steps back, Mooh Ye steadied himself and casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of struggle. Immediately, that struggle was replaced with determination. He raised his head and looked at Lu Chen. After hesitating for a moment