Jiang Wang strolled over with an air of easy indifference, utterly unconcerned. He made a perfunctory remark about looking forward to it, but didn't even ask the name of the man from Xia.
Now that was a prodigy from a great nation—arrogant to the extreme, not giving the man the slightest consideration.
The people from Xia were so furious their eyes blazed, but all they could do was watch. No matter what, they couldn't start a fight with Jiang Wang in the stands.
Lord Jiang looked haughty on the surface, but secretly sent a voice transmission to Qiao Lin. "Who was that just now?"
Qiao Lin was a talkative, gossipy fellow. The flip side was that he had a wealth of sources for information, making him something of the "Know-It-All" of the Qi State team.
"That man is a prodigy from the Touch Clan, a prominent family in the Xia Kingdom. His name is Chu Min," Qiao Lin replied through a voice transmission.
"Oh, I see." Jiang Wang's expression didn't change.
But he had already decided to pay particular attention to Chu Min's fights later.
That was how you crushed your opponent in presence while still taking him seriously in battle.
That was the way to victory.
Jiang Wang found an empty seat in the stands and sat down. The ten Heaven Cover Army soldiers who had come with him spread out around him, forming a ring to guard him in the middle.
The group occupied a huge stretch of seats, conspicuous and overbearing.
Jiang Wang still wasn't used to acting like a tyrannical young lord. He forced Qiao Lin to sit beside him.
His main task was to serve as a "storyteller," introducing the various heroes to him.
Qiao Lin was quick-witted, too. He'd already gotten hold of the