"What kind of human freak is he? Not only is that angel terrifyingly powerful, but even this elf's strength is in no way inferior to the angel's."
"This demon race was close to Totem Tier Two, yet even so, it was killed in a single strike by this elf!"
"Where on earth did this human genius come from!"
"If he continues to participate in the totem-level competition, doesn't that mean...."
"This time, the divine pattern might be taken by the weakest race, the human race!"
The whispers around the gladiator arena spread like a plague, unstoppable and pervasive.
The previous disdain and ridicule towards Gu Xing had now completely turned into fear, suspicion, and a trace of indistinct panic.
However, Vera, at the center of all the discussions, remained oblivious to the noise.
Her emerald eyes, like a millennium-old cold pool, pierced the void, locking firmly onto the Cold Snake leading the fierce beast camp.
A palpable killing intent spread out unabashedly.
