Bab 1138: Fatty’s Predestined Battle

Zhou Yun lowered his head. Pang Tong, as an onlooker, naturally could see it clearly, but he was still unconvinced. "The opponents are either too crafty or too strong…"

Lear smiled. The smile itself was not the issue, but Pang Tong was pricked by the contempt and ridicule in his eyes. Pang Tong could not continue on - it would make him appear especially childish.

Anluda, who was on the stage at this moment, was about to explode. Sweeney basically did not provide him with a chance to perform at all. Sweeney had total grasp of the mood and general situation since the start.

Anluda roared madly as he charged out of the cabin, "I refuse to accept this. Stinking woman, do you dare to use a real weapon to fight? I promise that I won't beat you to death!"

Anluda looked ferocious. His expectations had been too high, and in the end, he was defeated by a woman he thought of as inferior. He had lost his control already.