The martial competition had just begun, and he was the first to be defeated… and he lost so… humiliatingly…
"Thank you for letting me win," Ye Wanwan said while cupping her fists and looking at the forlorn Li He.
"Who let you win… Hmph!" Li He harrumphed.
"…" Should a grown man act so haughty…?
After the match ended, Ye Wanwan left the stage to rest and the referee continued to draw lots, picking a B-rank and an A-rank mercenary.
The B-rank mercenary looked in despair. He originally wanted to test his luck but didn't expect to face an A-rank mercenary so quickly.
Without any surprise, the B-rank was howling in pain a few minutes later; he was no match for the A-rank mercenary.
…
Ye Wanwan observed the stage.
The stage was a perfect size.
