Apollo put the paper in his pocket and looked around the room. Some people openly announced their numbers, while others, like him, kept quiet and observed.
But someone shouted, catching his attention.
"I'm number seven! Who's number seven?" a man in the fiery red uniform of the Fire Shrine Cultivation School shouted. After calling out a few times, a frown appeared on his face. "Whoever my opponent is, you're a coward!"
Apollo, who had been observing the man, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Shaking his head, he decided to wait for their numbers to be called before teaching the man a lesson. He wasn't fond of being insulted, and if he could, he would indulge in his pettiness. With his identity hidden behind his mask and oversized outfit, he definitely wouldn't hold back.