Ascend to Godhood! I'm the Arena Overlord! Jinhai, Here I Come!

Meng Chuan stared at the screen, expressionless.

He had to admit, the kid might have hit the nail on the head...

Fame drew trouble, just as fattening drew the butcher's knife. He had both problems.

If he revealed himself as the Arena Overlord, he would probably face months of online abuse, right up until he showed his strength in the tournament.

Ninety-nine percent of those strong enough to enter the Capital Circuit Tournament were veteran Third Limit Martial Arts Masters.

The outside world knew Meng Chuan had broken through to the Third Limit only about a year ago. Plenty of contestants would resent both him and the tournament committee.

People did not begrudge others having more; they begrudged an uneven share. If Meng Chuan, barely into the Third Limit, could claim an Arena Overlord's seat, why couldn't they?

Talk of "rigged matches" and "conspiracies" would probably continue until the tournament began.

Morning Dawn Martial Exercise already had enormous influence, and this tournament was global.

Even ordinary people who could not compete felt a fierce love for their country.

Everyone hoped the chosen contestants would represent the finest fighting strength of Great Chu's younger generation.

They wanted them to defeat other countries' contestants in the finals and defend Great Chu's honor.

The crux of it was that Meng Chuan's cultivation level was too low.

The other Arena Overlords, who advanced straight to the finals, were Martial Arts Grandmasters. Then there was him, a Third Limit Martial Arts Master...

It was hard to imagine he wouldn't get torn apart online...

The tournament committee had thought this through.

Meng Chuan had no desire to be attacked online, and he worried even more about it affecting his aunt and uncle's lives...

Feeling a little grateful to the committee, he listened to Yang Yuelian urging