Bab 633: Planned Cowardice...that has to be an adage somewhere...

Zhen Xing was just about to try and provide Zhen Liu some word of encouragement, as strange as it sounded, in regards to him being able to fight soon enough.

Before he could, however, one of those little teleporting orbs of energy that was used yesterday to bring people to their matches, entered the lounge room and began to fly towards Zhen Xing.

Zhen Liu managed to squeak in a word of good fortune before Zhen Xing got teleported away though.

"Good luck out there."

*FWIP!*

"Buh...," Zhen Liu groaned before flopping back onto the table. His actions had briefly caught the attention of the other contestants in the lounge area, but they quickly ignored him again once they had satisfied their passing curiosity.

As Zhen Liu laid there on the table out of boredom though, Nepherage decided that now would be a good time for a word of encouragement...or something like that, this was a very strange funk.