Tyrant Yang Jie, an Entrance Unlike Any Other

Nether Tiger's heart stirred. He naturally understood what these people were thinking. They were all competitors, powerhouses of the same tier. They could tolerate the weaker ones hanging back in the distance, too afraid to come over—there was no point in coming over anyway—but they absolutely could not tolerate a powerhouse like Li You refusing to pull his weight.

Li You's methods were especially mysterious and unpredictable. What if he harbored ill intent and attacked them from behind?

It was like a dozen people with hidden agendas fighting on the front lines with guns, while another person with a gun not only refused to fight, but stood far behind everyone else. Anyone would worry about whether that person might fire a shot into their backs.

With that thought, Nether Tiger came up with a plan. He suddenly turned and called out, "Magic Hand Li You, with your strength, you've been hiding among the crowd without lifting a finger. Are you planning to reap the benefits without doing any work?"

His words subtly placed Li You on the opposite side of everyone else. Quite a few powerhouses turned their eyes toward Li You, their gazes scrutinizing and wary.

Silver Snake nimbly dodged the robot's heavy hammer strike and let out a charming laugh. "Brother Li, even a weak little woman like me has gone to the front lines. You're a grown man, yet you're still hiding in the back?"

The growing number of strange looks made Li You stiffen all over. A sense of dread rose in his heart. He knew he had become a target for everyone, but he couldn't go fight the robots. With his strength, and with his right hand still badly injured, rushing in would be nothing but suicide.

He covertly glanced at Bai Ye, who gave