Ye Ming was defeated.
He was defeated by Chu Zhongtian in front of everyone.
What was even more humiliating was that Chu Zhongtian had given him three moves first. If he didn't give in, wouldn't he have been defeated with one punch?
The onlookers were also shocked.
"So Fast?"
"He's even faster than me. He ended it in three moves. I can still move more than ten times."
"Men need to last longer. Why is Ye Ming's duration so short?"
"Isn't this Chu Zhongtian too strong?"
"That's right. I thought he would fail, but now it seems that even though he's fast, his strength is astonishing."
"That's right. You can be fast as well, but you can't be soft. While You're fast, you also need to be firm. Only then can you win."
"The second young master of the Ye residence has lost. This is going to be a good show."
Many people began to gloat over Chu Zhongtian's misfortune. They jeered in low voices, and Ye Ming heard them.