"Are you sure?"
The organizer's voice sounded particularly grating through the loudspeaker, tinged with disbelief.
The foot he had just moved forward froze on the steps. He turned to look at Ji Zhixing in the center of the arena, his expression that of someone who had just heard a fantastical tale.
The crowd fell dead silent for a moment, then erupted like cold water poured into boiling oil.
"What did he say? He wants the remaining four to come at him together?"
"Has he lost his mind? Not one of the ten arena defenders the mall picked is weak. He's strong, but he's still just one man. Beating six people in a row doesn't mean he can fight four at once."
"I think he's running out of stamina and wants to gamble."
"That's no way to gamble," a burly gene cultivator said, shaking his head with a hint of regret. "If all four attack together, he won't even get a chance to fight back."
"He'd be better off winning however many more matches he can, taking his rewards, and leaving."
The murmurs swelled into a constant buzz. Even standing in the arena, Ji Zhixing found it rather noisy.
He knew no one thought he could win.
But that didn't matter.
He had stepped into the arena to win money.
As long as he won money, that was enough.
Nothing else mattered.
"He's going that big?" In the crowd, Zhou Yuan's hand shook at Ji Zhixing's words, and he nearly dropped his phone.
He stared unblinkingly at Ji Zhixing on the platform, his Adam's apple bobbing.
He had known Ji Zhixing for a long time.
But this was the first time he had discovered that Ji Zhixing could be this arrogant, and in front of so many people, too.
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