"Don't worry, I won't hit you this time," Lin Ruhu said with a grin.
"But I think your seats are quite nice."
"These are seats belonging to our Sky-Beast Sect," Zhang Shihao hurriedly said.
"I don't like standing. The moment I stand, my temper flares. And when my temper flares, I feel like hitting people.
Once I hit someone, you'll end up paralyzed in all four limbs again. So you understand what I mean, right?" Lin Ruhu said with a chuckle.
"Master," Zhang Shihao looked pitifully at the old man beside him, on the verge of tears.
"Let's go." The old man glanced at Xu Zimo behind him, rose to his feet, and left without another word.
He understood this world far too clearly. The biggest fist was the only truth.
The two of them sat down. Though these seats were somewhat farther back, the terrain was higher, allowing them to see the changes on the arena clearly.
"Brother Zimo, are you going to participate?" Lin Ruhu looked at Xu Zimo and asked.
"Doesn't the protagonist always make his grand entrance at the very end?" Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"You, on the other hand, could go up and give it a try. See just how far your strength has reached now."
"And Miss Mirror—I saw her earlier. Why did she vanish as soon as she came in?" Lin Ruhu asked curiously.
"Stay away from her. That woman is not simple," Xu Zimo said.
"Why? Didn't she help us?" Lin Ruhu asked.
"Then why did she help me? Because I'm handsome?" Xu Zimo countered.
"Maybe it really was because you're handsome," Lin Ruhu said with a snicker.
"Huh, that actually seems to make some sense," Xu Zimo said, nodding in agreement.
Though he said that, he had always remained