Lin Tao’s face was angry like an asura that had just crawled out of hell, unlike his usual gentle temperament. At this moment, he was full of ferocity. When he stood up, a torrential heat wave swept through the crowd. It was clear that Lin Tao was angry.

Examining Lin Yun’s choice, the crowd could empathize with him. It made sense to them that Lin Yun didn’t want to lose three rounds. If Lin Yun was certain that he couldn’t defeat the swordsmen, then it made sense that he would try his luck with Lin Tao. It turned out that the crowd severely underestimated Lin Yun who calmly ascended the stage.

Lin Tao, who was confident that Lin Yun would give up, felt his face burn red from humiliation as he walked to the stage. Only then did the heatwave disappear, relieving the spectators.

“You’re not targeting me? Do you really think you can obtain the quota?”...