All eyes turned to the VIP stand, where Hong Wu strode in holding Xu Yafei's hand, followed by Kou Hongmin.
Seeing this, a wave of fawning voices immediately rose from the arena.
"Lord Wu is mighty! This time, he'll surely slaughter that kid Zhao Dong!"
"It's been a long time since we've seen Master Kou, yet his aura has grown even fiercer! With Master Kou making a move, Zhao Dong is undoubtedly doomed!"
"Heh, what kind of trash is Zhao Dong? How can he possibly compare to Master Kou?"
Amid the sycophantic chorus, a few different voices emerged.
"Hmph! A bunch of bootlickers. What's so great about Hong Wu? For years, he's used his bit of power to act like a tyrant. I've long been sick of him!"
"Exactly! If you ask me, Zhao Dong is the one with guts. Knowing he's no match and still choosing to fight—that's a real man!"
"Zhao Dong! We support you!"
