"Shouldn't it be my turn next?" Wenwu turned and looked at the blond man beside him, asking bluntly.
"Huh? How did you know? Didn't you say you hadn't looked at the signed-up information?" The blond man froze in surprise.
Wenwu did not answer his question and continued, "Who is my opponent? Is that guy up there among them?"
"It seems Xia Ling needs to remember just how powerful her father is after all these years. Perfect. I haven't stretched my muscles in a long time either."
Wenwu spoke to himself while the blond man wore a helpless expression. You've already guessed everything. What else can I even say? You're just ridiculously awesome.
"Y-Yes." Sweating nervously, the blond man nodded and led Wenwu into the elevator bound for the arena backstage.
The moment they entered backstage, the corpse of the muscular brute whose stomach had just been blasted through by a punch from Jack Wong was being carried out of the Sky Arena on a stretcher.
As it passed Wenwu and the blond man, the nauseating stench of burnt flesh hit them head-on. Wenwu's expression remained as calm as still water, but the blond man immediately clutched his stomach, turned aside, and began dry-heaving.
Ordinary grilled meat would not be this revolting even if it was burnt, but the smell of a charred corpse from one's own kind inspired instinctive disgust—unless one was some cannibal like Hannibal.
"Cough, cough, cough... Sorry, that was a little too much for me." The blond man vomited until tears streamed from his eyes, then hurriedly explained himself.
"Understandable. But you need to get used to it. As Xia Ling's subordinate, you are still too immature." Wenwu gave the blond man a cool, appraising glance, then raised a hand to tighten the Ten Rings Relic around