"This Jobless Freelancer... is a little absurd!"
"He really is absurd. He didn't use a single skill—just a shoulder and an elbow, and he smashed Prince Saint Lucca to pieces!"
"That's too outrageous!"
"And the martial intent he unleashed in that instant was actually more terrifying than mine, a second-job Martial King's!"
"Uh..."
"..."
After a brief silence.
The spectators finally pulled themselves out of their shock.
They had, in truth, been frightened.
Just as the martial pressure Prince Saint Lucca had unleashed when summoning his spirit had made the spectators present feel worse than death.
The martial intent Ling Zhan had erupted with in that instant was an even heavier hammer, striking viciously against their hearts.
Though it had caused them no tangible harm, fear of this Freelancer had already taken root in their hearts.
But now, they had recovered.
Once free of their fear, these people—long accustomed to worshipping the strong—began discussing this Jobless Freelancer.
There was no shortage of praise among them.
This Freelancer's first battle had left them utterly baffled.
But this second battle had truly displayed his extremely terrifying close-combat prowess to everyone.
"Do you think that, besides his terrifying close-quarters combat, he might also possess profound attainments in long-range spells?"
Suddenly.
Someone in the crowd asked with a complicated expression.
"That's entirely possible..."
"Yeah, he's a Jobless Freelancer! Don't Jobless Freelancers know a little bit of everything?"
"Huh? Then that's way too terrifying! He's practically an omnipotent all-rounder!"
"If his long-range spells are equally accomplished, then there's no need to even think about it—he'll definitely be one of the favorites to win!"
"..."
After this battle, every spectator had acknowledged this Freelancer's strength.
Even the competitors from various nations had put away their disdain.
Especially those still competing in Group A; they had actually