His gaze skimmed over match after match like a horse viewing flowers. Just as Xiao Yao was starting to feel sleepy, a contestant's name suddenly snapped him awake.
"Round thirty-five, Liu Chen of Xuan Tier Class One versus Qing Lin of Huang Tier Class Two!"
When the two names rang out across the plaza, the lively cheers from the stands were overwhelmingly in support of Qing Lin after her previous performance.
"Master, I'm going down for the match."
"Qing Lin, good luck!"
Qing Lin smiled and waved at Xiao Yao. Amid wave after wave of encouragement, she lightly leaped down to the arena. Standing on the field, she looked at the portly man before her, clenched her fists, and prepared for the coming battle.
The man's face was covered in fat, and his eyes brimmed with disdain and contempt. He seemed convinced that the petite girl before him was no match for him. He licked his lips and sneered, "Little girl, you're so cute. How about keeping your big brother company? Maybe I'll go easy on you during the fight and won't hurt you too much. After all, I'm not some Luo Fu. My cultivation is at the Da Dou Shi level. Even if you're also a Da Dou Shi, I don't believe you can be stronger than me."
The moment those words came out, the entire audience rose to Qing Lin's defense. Even the girls beside Instructor Ruo Lin could not stand it and began shouting at the arena.
"Liu Chen, with that face of yours, you dare talk like that? Qing Lin is so adorable—are you even worthy of her?" a young man angrily shouted from a seat in the stands.
A female student near him also yelled, "You fat pig! You dare bully Qing Lin? With your