"What's happening?"
Everyone in the audience was baffled by the sudden appearance of 500 Silver Cloth Assassins. A simple challenge match had unexpectedly erupted into chaos. Before they could react, a buzzing sound drew their attention to the Formation.
"What is that thing?"
Most of the Martial Artists present had never seen a Formation, and many hadn't even heard of one. However, Yan Long and Meng Yinwan had.
Has he finally shown his hand? Yan Long's pupils contracted, his expression turning grave.
To outsiders, he seemed to be frivolously provoking T4001 like some jumping jester. In truth, he was using his own method of goading to force T4001 to reveal his true colors sooner. And it worked. The plan was a success.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come to lay our cards on the table!" T4001 surveyed all the Martial Artists in the audience and announced loudly.
