Park Muyeol’s party watched the match together in the audience stands. According to the community, the round of 16 would be played in a one-on-one tournament format. However, the situation in front of her left Kim Sujeong dumbfounded. It was the same with the other party members. They were outraged by the sudden deathmatch and vented their anger in their own way.

“Crazy. Why has the match suddenly changed like this? Can he do such unfair things just because he is the owner of this place?”

“Yes. I think the participants are a bit puzzled.”

“Baroque... worried.”

This was the Mukjeba Brothers.

“That Kaidan guy has a lot of hair.”

“As expected, those with a lot of hair have no backbone.”

The so-called bald brothers were talking nonsense. Surprisingly, the one who was the least worried was Park Seongchan, the grandson of Park Muyeol.

“It’s okay, my grandfather isn’t going to die.”

“How can you be so sure?” Kim Sujeong asked and Park Seongchan smiled like it was natural.

“My grandfather is someone who will survive even if he falls into a jungle....