"How did he get up there?! Isn't he a favorite to win the championship? Why would he sign up for the gauntlet match?!"
"Chen Mo always acts alone, doesn't get involved in faction disputes… Why would he actively challenge this scourge?"
The audience erupted into an even louder commotion.
Countless spectators recognized the young man who suddenly appeared, faces full of astonishment and anticipation.
Chen Mo was considered by all intelligence to be one of the top seed candidates most likely to break into the top ten, possibly even the top three, before the Tier Two group competition began.
His appearance.
Far more surprising and exciting than those notorious henchmen from the Desolate Bone Corps.
After Chen Mo stood still, he didn't immediately draw his sword.
He slowly raised his head, those bright eyes looking calmly at Fang Qingyu.
No anger, no killing intent, no trace of brutality unique to those from the Desolate Bone Corps.
"Sorry."
"Sent by someone."
Sent by someone?
