The broad platform was still crowded, though it was a vast improvement from before. Ning Xuan was thankful. Fortunately, he had used a little trick to eliminate a large number of strong competitors. Otherwise, he would have been knocked out right away. After all, everyone knew to pick on the weakest one.
Now, it seemed that very situation was about to unfold, as many people were looking at him. To make matters worse, someone in the crowd below shouted, "That guy is just a Martial Artist! He doesn't deserve to be up there! What are you all standing around for? Throw him off!"
"That's right! Get that piece of trash off the stage! I could crush him with a single finger. He's an eyesore!"
