Fu Hengyi watched the scene without speaking. Because of his relationship with Shen Qinglan, he had been paying attention to Zhao Wei for some time now. Looking at the man who was currently fighting, a trace of admiration flickered in his eyes. Indeed, as Meng Liang had said, Zhao Wei had improved, and compared to when he first started, he had learned to use techniques in a fight instead of charging ahead like a bull using brute force.
"Zhao Wei is about to lose," Qian Fei said indifferently.
Sure enough, one of the daggers from the Red Team was already pointed at Zhao Wei's heart. Zhao Wei had lost.
Zhao Wei looked at the dagger in front of his chest with regret. His eyes were full of a desire to continue fighting as he looked at the three adversaries like they were three precious treasures, "How about we continue fighting? No matter the outcome, I'll assume I've lost."
