The arguing spectators had completely forgotten whether the opening battle was exciting. Even after Ning Xuan left the stage, they were still debating, but the duels didn't stop for their disputes. One duel after another began to unfold, and the victors, as if by some unspoken agreement, all converged toward the drawing box.
"Ning Xuan, if I draw you in the next round, how about I lose to you just like Chen Tao did?"
Suddenly, a voice transmission reached Ning Xuan's ear. This was only the beginning. In a short span of time, over ten people had sent him similar messages. While their wording varied, the ultimate goal was the same: to sell their spot in the match to Ning Xuan.
He responded with the same words every time: "Let's talk it over once it's confirmed." He wasn't about to waste effort when his opponent wasn't even decided.
