บท 64: Sixty-four, the sound at the bottom of the well

The final day of the martial arts tournament, and the last one standing was a slick, powdered-up young man.

As soon as he stepped into the ring, he burst into laughter, "Oh, what a pretty little lady."

"I am Bai Xu, senior sister, please enlighten me."

Someone in the crowd shouted: "Senior sister, beat this skirt-chaser to death, he's been taking advantage of the female disciples during the matches!"

Upon hearing this, Sangmo's face showed a look of disgust.

Bai Xu, touching his nose with a smile, chuckled, "Hehehe, senior sister, don't listen to their nonsense, they're just jealous I get to compete with senior sister on the same stage."

The moment these words came out, a chorus of curses erupted from the crowd.

"Damn! This kid has no shame!"

"Let's deal with him after the match!"

"Beat him to death!"

"..."

Just then, the referee struck the gong, and Sangmo charged at him, "Junior brother, they're telling me to beat you to death!"