Everyone was staring at the platform, their faces a mix of dissatisfaction, scorn, and various other expressions.
To them, the person on stage was just seeking attention, overestimating his own abilities.
From a distance, atop a tavern, Tuoba Liuxue also smiled and said,
"He looks like a country bumpkin... An ignorant fellow who might get beaten to death."
Mo Mingzhu remained noncommittal, her gaze casually sweeping over Wu Xiaokun on the platform before firmly returning to Xuan Yiming.
"No matter who goes up first, he will be the ultimate victor."
Her confidence remained unshaken.
— She had never met Wu Xiaokun, so she did not know that the man on the stage was the fiancé she wanted to break the engagement with.
And on the platform.
Wu Xiaokun was somewhat baffled; his master had left!
Left him alone to face the attacks of everyone?
Wu Xiaokun felt... his scalp tingle.
Himself alone, against the onslaught of everyone?
No, this... was too hard, wasn't it?