"Wang Hao, well done!"
"This is what represents the true strength of our China!"
Seeing Wang Hao rush onto the arena, the Chinese martial artists grew excited once more.
At first, everyone had placed their hopes on Lin Chen.
However, after Lin Chen arrived, everyone quickly realized that this youngster didn't exude the aura of a true powerhouse at all.
His presence was practically indistinguishable from that of an average person.
A boy like that—how could he possibly defeat the formidable Four Titans of Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning?
Thus, those martial artists who had initially pinned their hopes on Lin Chen now regarded him with disdain and focused all their attention on Wang Hao, who had stepped onto the stage.
Watching Wang Hao ascend the platform, Elder Changshan's face turned ashen, while Long Yin's eyes were filled with deep concern.
Yet Wang Hao had already stepped onto the stage—bringing him back at this point was no longer realistic.
