"The five-man team is down, and Wang Wenwang's legend continues!"
"Who is the next challenger? Or rather... who dares to be the next challenger?!"
The commentator's voice echoed throughout the hall, yet no one dared to stand before Zhou Fan.
The five-man team had just lost, proving that even a team of five was no match for him.
Zhou Fan's strength... was terrifying!
Was this the king of the third-tier arena?
Unrivaled!
Unbeatable!
If the arena staff hadn't confirmed that Zhou Fan really was third tier, 2-star,
they would have suspected he was some fourth-tier or fifth-tier powerhouse who had come to stomp weaker opponents.
Zhou Fan had thought that raising the number of challengers to five would get plenty of people to step up.
Instead, after just one fight, no one else came forward.
Had he known these people were such cowards, he would have fought a little slower and made it look harder. Then the others would have thought they had a chance and kept challenging him.
Instead, he had scared everyone out of challenging him.
"Since you still don't feel confident with five people, then... all the third-tier contestants can come at me together."
Zhou Fan folded his arms and swept his gaze over every contestant below the platform.
His words shocked the entire arena.
All the third-tier contestants at once... that was fucking arrogance without limits!
"That's too arrogant! Brothers, get him!"
"Five people couldn't beat him, but I refuse to believe ten, twenty, or thirty can't!"
"Kick his fucking ass!"
Zhou Fan was strong. They admitted that.
But however strong he was, how could anyone swallow that kind of outrageous boasting?
They had to take him down today!
Before long, more than a dozen third-tier contestants stepped into the ring.
The spectators split into two