For a moment, the hall was deathly silent. Not a single person dared to make a move. But just then, everyone heard that middle-aged man speak again.,Zhang Meng, since he hadn't received an invitation to the Association Grand Competition, was politely escorted out of the hall by staff while he was still waiting.,Blood gushed from his nose, and tears streamed uncontrollably from his eyes. Taking advantage of the man's retreat to wipe away his tears, Wang Lin rose to his feet in an instant, landing a powerful whip kick on his head.。