"Who will help me?"
Jiang Weisheng let out a loud shout, catching everyone by surprise.
After all, he was the first person in this match to ask others for help.
Every martial warrior who had made it this far was a genius among geniuses. Who among them was not proud and supremely confident?
No one would likely lower themselves to ask for help.
Yet Jiang Weisheng had shattered the pride of genius martial warriors and openly called for assistance.
The spectators' expressions immediately turned strange.
Was Jiang Weisheng serious? He actually asked for help directly!
Had he no shame?
He was still a genius of the Eight Great Kings with Different Surnames, after all!
At this moment, aboard the Jiang Clan Royal Family's spacecraft, Jiang Weisheng's father, Jiang Hanfeng, and that World Lord Level Expert of the Jiang Clan Royal Family both wore dark expressions.
Bastard, this was utterly humiliating!
Above Arena Continent.
Jiang Weisheng did not think that much about it.
He did not want to admit defeat so easily, so he could only seek help from others. Besides, they were ganging up on Wang Teng now, not fighting one-on-one.
Facing that freak Wang Teng alone? He was not stupid.
They had not made use of their proper advantage.
When it was time to gang up on someone, they should gang up on them. Why worry about such things now?
However, there had originally been sixteen of them, but only nine remained. Wang Teng had six clones, and it would take at least six people to hold them back, leaving only three people free.
"I'll do it!" Gant shouted coldly. He had originally been joining Xiahou Zun in besieging one of Wang Teng's clones, intending to deal with it first.
But he could not worry about that now.
He