"Do a good job, there's a chance!" Old He said with a laugh as he patted Gu Jiao on the shoulder.
Who was he kidding? How could there possibly be a chance?
This kid was brought into the arena by himself, and honestly, without boasting or belittling herself to aggrandize others, she felt that there was a little hope if she worked herself to death—one in seventy or eighty, perhaps.
But as for pie in the sky, it didn't cost him a slab of meat!
Seeing the young fellow's resolute demeanor, Old He wanted to tell her that becoming the top contender was not just about receiving worship, but unfortunately, before he could speak, Gu Jiao couldn't wait to go find her Martial Arts Platform.
The platforms were assigned randomly, and there was no such thing as a dedicated platform for anyone.
She was assigned to the West Arena.