"Alright, everyone look at the big screen, see who you'll be PKing, whoever is first stays on the Martial Arts Arena." At this moment, a strong figure appeared, an aura surged out and entered a screen.
Then, the names of sixteen people matched up in pairs. Mu Chen saw his opponent was the Ghost Sect, while the others were matched with weaker opponents. He, however, was arranged against one of the top eight.
"Is this deliberate?" Mu Chen's expression changed, a bit displeased; it was human-controlled, too unfair.
Mu Chen wasn't afraid of anyone, but being deliberately targeted made him unhappy.
"What the hell, isn't it supposed to be a draw? The Eastern Dynasty arranged the PKs themselves? That's so unfair!"
"What's so unfair about it? If you're aiming for first place, do you fear anyone in a PK? It boils down to a question of strength."
"True, if you're strong, what's there to fear."
