"Why are you all looking at me like that?"
Di yihong knowingly asked—
"Don't worry, I'm participating normally. You don't need to hold back against me."
"If I lose in the end, I'll accept the punishment too."
"Let's just compete normally."
That said.
But among everyone present, was there really anyone who dared eliminate Di yihong?
Never mind whether he might retaliate in secret once they went down Hell Road.
Did they still want to participate in future competitions?
—Beating up Team A? What kind of dream come true was that?!
Even Tang San and Tang Hao, who hated Di yihong the most, only had that thought flash through their minds before ruthlessly snuffing it out.
They even carefully watched Di yihong, terrified that he might discover it through mind-reading.
—Their happiness for the rest of their lives was in his hands. How could they dare offend him?
Seeing that Di yihong's expression remained unchanged, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
Then they surged onto the Slaughter Arena Ring, gathering in their respective little groups as they waited for the match to begin.
Title Zhang San—ah, no, he should be called the Slaughter King now.
He first looked toward Di yihong. Only after receiving a puzzled look in return did he shout—
"Begin!"
The next moment, chaos erupted!
There were only five spots. Void God Zhu Zhuqing had already claimed one, and Di yihong would take another if nothing unexpected happened.
If they didn't go crazy now, then when would they?
The academy faction had Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track at their disposal. If their levels weren't enough, their movement techniques would make up for it.
But the real spectacle lay with the seven Title Douluo: Chen Xin, Gu Rong, Dugu Bo, Tang Hao, Tang Huang, Tang Ji, and Meng