"Even Fan Wei lost. What chance does Li Wei have?"
"I admit Li Wei isn't a waste anymore, and yes, he's strong. But at best, he's around the same level as Fan Wei, maybe even a bit weaker. Fan Wei couldn't win, so how could Li Wei win a match? And don't forget, Fang Tian isn't even the last one. There are still four more from Lingyin City."
"What's more infuriating is that Fang Tian is said to be the weakest among the five. If even the weakest can crush four of ours, what can Li Wei possibly do?"
"Forget it. I don't want to feel hope again just to be crushed."
"I'm furious… and helpless. Can this competition just end already? I want this pain to stop."
The Li Clan was simply too small in number compared to the entire population of Fengyue City. Their confidence was swallowed instantly by waves of pessimism. The crowd grew more dejected by the second, many wishing the match would end quickly, even if it meant swallowing this humiliation.
