Whoa!!
As soon as the official commentator's voice fell, the entire audience erupted in an uproar!
"Damn! Is there some kind of inside deal going on?!"
"Good grief, was this Jobless Freelancer cursed in a past life? He's been the first one up for three matches in a row!"
"Being first up is one thing, but the key is that every opponent he faces is stronger than the last! That's the most outrageous part!"
"It's over!! His opponent is Andy, the Blood Spirit Mage King!"
"Is this unprecedented Freelancer prodigy really going to stop here?"
"..."
The spectators who had begun to place their hopes in Ling Zhan now shook their heads with disappointment written all over their faces.
"Awesome!!"
"I've been sick of this guy who loves showing off for ages!"
"That cold, arrogant look of his—who the hell is he putting it on for? Andy will teach him how to behave later!"
Where there were people who liked someone, there would naturally be people who hated them.
Sometimes, merely disliking someone because of a single expression or action was enough to breed resentment.
Clearly.
After the handsome, aloof, and indifferent Ling Zhan had drawn lovestruck shrieks from countless young women.
He had naturally stirred jealousy and hatred in many male spectators.
If they were made to stand before Ling Zhan, they would probably cower like dogs.
But knowing that he could do nothing to them, these spectators naturally had no reason to rein in their jealous, ugly faces.
Do not think that was an exaggeration.
There were countless people like this in real life.
Perhaps they would not show their resentment and jealousy on their faces, laughing and joking with you as usual.
But behind your back, it would already be considered decent if they did not roll