I Forfeit

"#23 Xie Cang!"

Tong Yiming's voice resounded throughout the entire battle dojo.

The battle dojo that was originally extremely noisy instantly fell silent. However, a few minutes later, an even bigger uproar occurred.

"Damn, why is it Xie Cang? I betted on Sun Mo winning the championship. Things are dire now!"

An average-looking spectator felt depressed.

"Are you retarded? It would be good enough if you just betted on Sun Mo getting into the top eight!"

An ugly guy beside him mocked. (Although I'm ugly, my intellect is higher than yours!)

"How can humans not have dreams? If that's the case, what's the difference between you and a salted fish? What if the others got mutually injured and Sun Mo became the person who benefitted the most?"

The average-looking guy glanced at the seat beside him with a look of disdain.