Ordered to Lose This Match

Below the arena, Li Yi stood there calmly, his expression as still as an ancient well.

As he watched Meng Tai's victory, not the slightest ripple stirred in his heart. It was as though whoever won had nothing to do with him, as if he had already seen through everything.

Seeing Li Yi like this, the Li Family elders felt somewhat unable to bear it, but there was nothing they could do. They could only sigh inwardly.

As the first match ended, everyone's attention once more focused on Chen Fan and Li Yi.

"How could Chen Fan possibly be Li Yi's opponent? He'll definitely get beaten badly." A spectator in the audience said disdainfully, his eyes full of contempt for Chen Fan.

"Exactly. I heard that Li Yi is a peerless genius the Li Family deliberately kept hidden and secretly nurtured so he could make a stunning debut in this grand tournament. Chen Fan is only at the late Golden Core Realm. He definitely isn't Li Yi's match."

Another spectator echoed him, his eyes likewise full of distrust toward Chen Fan.

Virtually every spectator present was looking forward to seeing how Li Yi would utterly defeat Chen Fan.

In truth, it was not that they genuinely looked down on Chen Fan for being only at the late Golden Core Realm. They were simply envious, jealous, and resentful.

They were jealous that a disciple from such a tiny sect could actually stand in such a lofty position.

They envied Chen Fan's heaven-defying luck and resented the fact that the one standing there was not them.

If they had Chen Fan's luck, if they could draw byes again and again, they too wanted to stand in that position and bask in everyone's envy, jealousy, and resentment.

No matter what others said or