King of the Tenth Floor, in Sima You Yue’s eyes, he was really not up to standard. It took just a few rounds and he was punched until he fell limp on the ground.

  Sima You Yue pressed down on him as she asked, “Now can you tell me if you’re willing to follow me?”


  “Impossible!” That man didn’t even hesitate and rejected her directly, “Blood Arena doesn’t have this regulation that if I lose, I must follow you!”


  “You sure?” Sima You Yue questioned.

  “Yes!”


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