"Will there be a team battle?"
"No, with so many people here, they'll just restrain each other—it won't escalate into a fight."
"That guy is walking so fast. Isn't he worried about stepping into a trap?"
The people behind watched Tang Zheng move swiftly without hesitation, their faces full of surprise as they whispered among themselves.
"A bunch of idiots. Didn't you notice those footprints on the ground? If there were traps, there'd be traces of previous people falling into an ambush nearby."
An arrogant English Third-order man with a scruffy beard lectured the group, his face showing a superior attitude.
Everyone suddenly understood and, once again looking at Tang Zheng, felt a sense of admiration. As for the scruffy-bearded man, no one cared about him. The situation made it clear—he was hiding among the crowd, refusing to step forward, clearly a coward. Meanwhile, the person ahead was forging onward fearlessly—it was obvious who was superior.
