Bab 937: Zhang Ye's speed!

A deathmatch whose outcome was decided from the start, a perfect trap that had been carefully laid out by the two grandmasters along with the various large sects of the martial arts community—this entire plan was now thrown into disarray by Zhang Ye's appearance!

"Grandmaster Zhou is in danger!"

"This is bad!"

"What should we do?"

"Master!"

"Martial Uncle, be careful!"

"Zhang Ye, you fucking meddler!"

"You bastard!"

In the ring, Zhou Tianpeng and Chen Xi knew that they were approaching a critical moment in the deathmatch!

"Old Chen! Why are you still talking so much nonsense with him!" Zhou Tianpeng was already injured. "Take him out!"

Chen Xi clenched his teeth. "Alright!"

Zhou Tianpeng could no longer retreat any further and unexpectedly changed to a different set of fighting techniques. It was extremely vicious and do-or-die, giving up most of its defenses in exchange for killing blows!