"Why aren't they here yet? Don't tell me they chickened out?"
Some in the crowd began to grow restless, whispering among themselves.
"What's the rush? It's still a long way from noon!"
Another person tried to reassure them, but his voice clearly lacked confidence.
"Heh, we're just worried they won't show up and we'll have waited for nothing."
Someone chimed in, a sly smile spreading across his face.
Discussions rose and fell throughout the Brawl Arena. Everyone anxiously awaited Ming Hao and the others, afraid they would shrink back at the last moment and refuse to fight.
Zhao Yuan, Su Mei, and the others stood in a corner of the Brawl Arena, listening to the chatter as their grins widened uncontrollably.
They wanted everyone to know that anyone who crossed them would come to a bad end!
And today, they had come prepared. Not only had they called in all sorts of friends and relatives, gathering nearly five hundred people, but they had also specially invited more than a dozen formidable experts to back them up.
They wanted Wang Yong, Qing Yun, and the others to know that if they ever appeared before them again,
they would not let them off easily this time. They would repay their earlier humiliation twice over!
At that moment, Zhao Yuan, Su Mei, and the others brimmed with confidence. Words could not describe how pleased they felt!
Meanwhile, at the edge of the Brawl Arena's formation, Ming Hao and the others were tensely making their final preparations.
"Senior brothers and sisters, swallow the two pills you just received ahead of time.
I have two more pills here that rapidly restore spiritual energy. Keep them tucked inside your mouths in case you need them!"
Ming Hao spoke gravely, then handed the pills to