บท 151: Daoists, Listen Up!

While the audience in the outside world was heatedly discussing about what had happened, Lu Zihao's competitor—the Combat Pavilion disciple—also admitted defeat, depressed. There was no way that he could win. Fighting Lu Zihao was already a challenge. He was no match for him.

Not to mention Wang Baole with his strange Dharmic Artifacts. It left his scalp tingling. That was especially so since his assistant was all tied up with her hands behind her back. Forcing a smile, this Combat Pavilion disciple could only admit defeat.

At the same time, many of those in the sky platform had expressions of interest. Although they were learned with lots of experience, in their eyes, this subtle gimmick had its merits.

However, the elder of the Combat Pavilion was in a fit of rage. A perfectly good Combat Pavilion Tournament was single-handedly being ruined by Wang Baole's advertisements.