On the Martial Arts Arena, the disciples of the Seven Stars Gang watched the triumphant scene unfold. Gazing at Chu Fan's proud, upright back, they each felt their blood boil, their chests heaving, overcome with the urge to roar to the sky!
Cao Feng walked up to Chu Fan and patted his shoulder. His tone held a hint of worry, but far more pride. "You told 'em! Haha, that was satisfying!"
Wang Kaishan sighed faintly, his gaze on Chu Fan filled with melancholy and envy. "If that boy were my disciple, I could die at this very moment and it would all be worth it…"
"Ptui! Ptui!" Chen Xuan, who was standing nearby, heard this and immediately spat twice. "Damn you, are you trying to jinx me and Old Cao for no reason?!"
In the crowd, Liang Qiu muttered to himself, "Boss Chu… he's becoming more and more like a real boss. So badass!"
Jiang Yuanfan grinned and said, "These guys are so weak… Back when Fan fought me, he had to resort to trickery to beat me."
