"In literature, there is no first; in martial arts, there is no second." As soon as everyone heard Luo Zheng say that the other team was the strongest among all the competitors, they immediately felt dissatisfied and their gazes toward those few people changed. The person who was speaking also noticed the anomaly, his face turning an iron blue as he stared at Luo Zheng, disgruntledly asking, "Who are you?"
"You don't know who I am? I'm just that filler you were talking about." Luo Zheng said with a smile, his face indifferent. Seeing that his adversary's eyes were bulging with anger, he continued, "What, are you mad? Want to hit me? Then come on, I'm just a filler anyway. It's not like I want to go to the battlefield. If you've got the guts, hit me. No? Coward." Towards the end, Luo Zheng's expression turned unfriendly, his words dripping with sarcasm.