Throwing At Her
Fiora and Mo Mingzhi elegantly flew and landed outside the battle stage and looked at many opponents lying beside them, moaning and groaning in pain while they looked defeated, even confused as to why they were outside.
But on the other hand, the millions of people were obviously dumbfounded to see Fiora and Mo Mingzhi give up without battling while the hegemons had their brows twitching in rage.
Did these two girls treat this competition as an excursion?
So many shed blood and tears for obtaining these spots. How disrespectful was this!?
"Oh, my heavens. Those stares are gonna kill us."
"Yeah, I can feel them too."
Fiora and Mo Mingzhi quickly escaped as they flew towards an entrance that quickly led to their seating area. Inside, it was absolutely safe as defensive formations were placed around for the protection of the youths who might encounter trouble if they had accidentally killed but had justifiable reasons to defend themselves.