moment." 。Anyone would respect a professional. Tang Wulin's display of knowledge about rare metals caused the shopkeeper to become even more polite. What was strange, though, was that among the metals...Lan Buzi stood beside the competition stage, her face grim. She didn't go to the rest room today; she didn't want to see that person at all, let alone talk to him. 。For some reason, she, who was always very well-mannered, would lose control of her temper whenever she faced that person. 。

Lan Buzi cursed someone viciously in his heart.

"Achoo!" In the resting area, Tang Wulin sneezed and rubbed his nose helplessly, looking out. 。This is someone cursing themselves! When one's spiritual cultivation reaches a certain level, they will have a sort of subconscious awareness of things related to themselves. 。The Thousand-Year Terrace Pavilion was sitting on a sofa across from him, much farther away, with his eyes closed in meditation. 。 to be complacent! It turns out that the greatest fear of a mecha is being attacked from the inside out. 。This is terrifying! Tang Wulin's heart was pounding. The remaining matches couldn't be fought...