Zhang Xiongfei entered the arena, Zhang Xiongfei taunted, Zhang Xiongfei went berserk, Zhang Xiongfei charged in...
Zhang Xiongfei put out a "GG."
That sums up the audience's live commentary. Many didn't even catch how Wang Chen took him down. The so-called Exceptional Insight Club's top fighter was already sprawled on the floor.
Everyone exchanged glances, unsure of what to say.
Some quietly rewound the recordings they had just taken.
"I know you're unconvinced."
Wang Chen said to Zhang Xiongfei, who was lying on the ground, "If you want a rematch, make an appointment next time. This round is free, but if we fight again, you'll need to pay a consulting fee: ten thousand Star Currency for the first time, then twenty thousand, forty thousand, eighty thousand, doubling each time."
The crowd around them was speechless.
It's standard practice for students to pay tutors for private lessons outside of regular classes.
