บท 67: Power Contest

"What? Is Xiao causing trouble at my mixed martial arts club?"

Song Jianan had already returned to his dorm, but upon receiving a phone call, his expression darkened. He left his backpack at the management office and ran off toward the mixed martial arts club.

By the time he reached the place, his fellow club members were all sprawled on the floor. Moaning in pain, not a single one of them was able to stand. Meanwhile, Xiao Luo was sitting cross-legged inside the club's exclusive sparring ring. He leisurely surveyed the scene with his right hand propping up his chin. Seeing Song Jianan arrive, Xiao Luo stood up.

"Song Jianan, you're a little too late," Xiao Luo remarked lightly.