As for Demon Hand Hua Sha, the equally formidable number two on the overall leaderboard.
For some reason, in terms of hype and anticipation, he was somehow being overshadowed by Li Wen.
He had become the least popular of the top three.
How could the proud and arrogant Hua Sha possibly tolerate this?
At this moment, in a corner of the preparation area, Demon Hand Hua Sha stood with his arms crossed, his cold purple eyes locked onto Li Wen, who had just appeared.
His eyes held no trace of contempt, only a fierce battle intent that practically burned.
And a sliver of indignation at having his position threatened by a latecomer.
'Today's the day,' Hua Sha thought. Based on the matchmaking rules, it was easy to deduce that he would face Li Wen in the thirty-third match.
The moment Li Wen's figure materialized, the preparation area fell silent.
Then, countless gazes snapped to focus on him.
The tournament format was simple; everyone knew what was about to happen.
