If anyone paid attention to Zhao Futu's facial expressions, they would definitely notice.
His complexion went through a heartbreaking cycle in an extremely short period of time.
From wild ecstasy and pride to bewildered confusion, and finally to sheer terror and despair.
His changes in expression were so spot-on that even Xing Zhanlong couldn't help but admire him, thinking that this guy's acting skills far surpassed Lu Wu's.
"Stay alert; he's probably about to make his move!"
Xing Zhanlong believed that this moment was likely when Zhao Futu would truly erupt.
Meanwhile, on the stage.
Lu Wu, who had been playing along for quite a while, was getting impatient and turned, propping his head with one hand. He spoke to Zhao Futu in front of him, who was still clutching his staff and sweating profusely, "I've been calling out for quite a while now. Are you going to make a move or not?
If you're going to pull some stunt, at least be quick about it; don't dawdle."
