"Hey, hey, hey! That Jin Su is still up there strutting around, throwing his weight around and acting like nobody else matters!
Hmph, he must be tired of living!
Come on, it's time we went up there and taught that fool who doesn't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is a lesson he won't forget!"
Without another word, Ying Ming Hao picked up the wine cup on the table, tipped his head back, and drained it. Then he shot to his feet and hurtled upward like a cannonball fired from its barrel, heading straight for Jin Su, who was flaunting his might on the platform.
Meanwhile, Wang Baishun, Su Yan, and the others remained remarkably calm and composed. They seemed utterly uninterested in the fierce battle about to erupt, keeping their heads down as they munched on peanuts and melon seeds, as though everything happening around them had nothing to do with them.
After all, true masters always kept their abilities hidden. Only capering clowns were eager to take the stage and make fools of themselves.
And as the undisputed star of this competition, Ying Ming Hao naturally understood that principle well!
With a flicker of movement, Ying Ming Hao instantly leaped onto the enormous, most conspicuous Martial Platform high in the air.
Without a doubt, these prime positions had been arranged according to the contestants' overall strength, clearly displaying the gap in power between each competitor.
"Well, well, if it isn't Ying Ming Hao! I've long heard that you're a formidable fighter, but do you really live up to your reputation?
I've heard a little about those glorious victories of yours...
But how much of that halo was fabricated by others deliberately singing your praises, and how much of it was genuine ability?