At this moment, John slowly walked into the arena.
As the crowd caught sight of the challenger—a figure so slender and nearly entirely cloaked in a cape—they couldn't help but jeer.
"To think he dares to challenge the Immortal Messenger looking like that, he might as well go home and drink his milk."
"He probably won't last even 30 seconds."
"Be bold—I bet he can't even make it past 10 seconds."
"This is hilarious, when did the Immortal Messenger become so undignified? To accept such a challenger is truly embarrassing."
"I guess there's not much to see here. I'll bet on the Immortal Messenger."
"Exactly, as long as the Immortal Messenger makes a move, victory is certain."
"How does he have the guts to challenge the Immortal Messenger? It's absolutely ridiculous."
Everyone speculated, yet some harbored other thoughts.
This person seemed no different; could it be he truly had something to rely on?