"He lost!"
"Wuhen from tent #236 actually lost!"
"Who is this kid? How can he be so powerful?!"
The onlookers couldn't help but gasp in shock.
"Alright, this tent belongs to me now,"
Chen Han said nonchalantly.
The scar-faced youth, Wuhen, slowly got to his feet. He walked into the tent and gathered his belongings. But instead of leaving, he turned and walked over to tent #237.
"Zhang Ji, get out here! I challenge you!" Wuhen yelled.
The youth named Zhang Ji was clearly intimidated when facing Wuhen.
Moments later, Zhang Ji was knocked down, and Wuhen moved into tent #237.
After moving into his tent, Chen Han could clearly feel the gazes of the people around him, filled with awe and apprehension.
'Looks like strength really does earn respect!'
He enjoyed the looks from the crowd.
Chen Han couldn't help but smile faintly.
Just as he was about to get some rest, he heard a commotion break out from the lower-ranked tents.
