Li Xuerou listened to the Demon-Slaying Legion members talking beside her and could not help but laugh.
In everyone else's eyes,
Ling Zhan fighting one against four meant he had fallen into a bitter struggle, his situation perilous.
But in the eyes of the Demon-Slaying Legion members,
this would be a teaching match.
Only when someone from a higher rank entered a lower-rank battle did it qualify as a teaching match.
If both sides were of equal rank, trading blows with wins and losses on either side, that was called an evenly matched game.
Logically speaking,
Ling Zhan was fighting many opponents alone, and his own level was so much lower than theirs. This should have been a disadvantaged match.
Yet the Demon-Slaying Legion members regarded it as a teaching match.
Clearly,
they had immense faith in Ling Zhan's strength.
They were certain Ling Zhan would win without fail.
Honestly...
even Li Xuerou found that a little exaggerated.
Even though she already knew that Ling Zhan truly was a prodigy rarely seen in ten million years.
"Both sides, prepare yourselves!"
"Ten-second countdown!"
The referee's booming announcement rang out through the loudspeakers.
It sent the entire audience into a complete frenzy!
Countless expectant gazes turned toward the screen.
"Hm? Look! That Jobless Freelancer has taken out a weapon!"
At one spectator's cry of surprise,
everyone looked toward the figure on the other side of the vast screen.
What came into view was...
a pitch-black sniper rifle, its body etched with gilded dragon patterns!!
"Ah! A sniper rifle! In a situation where he's outnumbered, he actually chose a sniper rifle as his weapon!?"
"No way... is he really sure about this!?"
"This is more than a little disrespectful toward those four members of the top special operations squad."
Yes.
It should be