You Hui gazed indifferently up above as he stood on the small stage with his hands behind his back.
That behavior was definitely showing off the airs of a master. It also looked like he was full of conviction.
Qi Xuanxuan and company couldn't help but be taken aback.
Qiao Mu had won for 63 matches straight by repeatedly detonating spiritual weapons, and her nouveau riche behavior was so extreme that it made one bristle with anger.
Therefore, there was rarely anyone who went to challenge her anymore.
After all, it truly was not a wise choice to challenge this filthy rich little lady.
Instead of going to disgrace themselves, they might as well earn some more points through the normal matches.
The closer it got to the end of the tournament, the more people were secretly wringing their wrists for not placing their bets on Miss Qiao for being the final arena king.
