Locke walked out of the Dharma Realm and came face-to-face with the Emperor, Wizard Smith, and Wizard Edgar.
By then, the three had already ceased fighting and made peace, standing united against a common enemy.
The three exchanged glances, all feeling immense pressure. At this very moment, Locke possessed the greatest total amount of Magic Pressure in the world.
His advantage was even greater than the Emperor's advantage at the very beginning.
And it was much greater.
At this point, if the three of them still couldn't join forces, they truly wouldn't be able to fight at all.
But even if they joined forces, they might not be Locke's match.
Locke smiled brightly at the three who had already allied themselves and said directly, "Have the three of you decided to join forces? Are you sure you don't want to think it over?"
"Although I can't give you first place, I can decide who among you comes second, who comes third, and who ends up at the bottom."
"I can decide when you'll be eliminated by me."
"Are you sure you want to ally yourselves with a rabble instead of joining forces with the strongest person here—me?"
Locke's words struck like a thunderbolt, leaving the newly formed alliance on the verge of collapse.
The Emperor's gaze was resolute, his eyes seemingly about to spew flames of rage. He stood where he was, with tens of thousands of inspectors behind him.
Everyone in the alliance had a way out. He was the only one who didn't.
As for Wizard Edgar, after hearing Locke's words, he didn't even think about it. He didn't consider it at all, because his goal was the championship.
What was second place supposed to mean?
In his eyes, second place was meaningless.
If he could fight for