In the midst of the startled noise outside the arena, the embarrassed Marlowe seemed to see the ridicule and sarcasm on their faces.At this moment, he was like a clown, beaten into a pig's head by a guy who only had a peep at the sky.Although the thunder offensive did not really cause him substantial damage, such an embarrassing situation was enough to greatly stimulate his fragile self-esteem.Marlowe, who had never tried such humiliation, had an unprecedented hideousness on his face.The elegance and nobility that the past concealed are also gone.Only the teeth clucked and rubbed, as if to make the thunder tdcssotchaterbarotgt,,; mobile phone reading,