Zhao Shuheng was more seriously injured than Wei Ziyang, and another son of a Hall Master of the Black Dragon Commerce Association hurried over to support him.
"Brother Heng, how are you doing?"
Zhao Shuheng struggled to raise his hand and pointed at Su Chengyu.
"You... You... Huh!"
Zhao Shuheng vomited blood again. His thoughts were identical to that of Wei Ziyang's, unable to believe that they were defeated by Su Chengyu.
For the proud duo, the defeat was not only physical but psychological. The more arrogant and confident a person is, the harder it is to face failure or setbacks.
"Is this your so-called elite? Your so-called pride? You are as ridiculous and ignorant as Wei Ziyang."
Su Chengyu's words pierced Zhao Shuheng and Wei Ziyang's hearts like a sharp sword. Wei Ziyang, who was trying to heal, was so angry he vomited blood again.