บท 567: The Individual Tournament 3

The crowd cheered for the match that had just finished as Essence walked down the stage. Those from Mexico were especially exuberant, having witnessed the sheer supremacy of their representative. 

China was deathly silent at this time, their already pale faces turning even whiter. They gazed at the collapsed Ao Potian with a mixture of emotions, but mostly pity. Usually, such a shameful performance would warrant their anger, but everyone had seen how things had gone. 

The fellow had not held back giving it 120%, but it had been futile in the face of an unbeatable power. However, now that most of the world had gotten a good look at his power, they were left speechless and worried. 

Some even began to cry out that it was unfair. After all, why how could one person have so much power? And why should he be allowed to compete? Wasn't it just be unfair to all other contestants?