Huang Jiuling stood at the front of a group of contestants, scanning the crowd.
"Hua Jiufeng just said you are a bunch of frogs in a well, ha, he was completely exaggerating your worth."
"In my eyes, you are just a bunch of trash, a group of useless people."
"Even if a fool wastes resources on you, their strength might not be worse than yours, yet you all are still so smug, thinking you're masters."
"This old guy is sick."
"Who spoke."
Huang Jiuling, like an old lion, looked over: "The one who spoke, stand out. You dare mumble under your breath but don't dare show yourself."
"When I say you're trash, it's even giving you praise. You're not even as good as trash."
"I said it."
A person stepped out from the crowd.
Huang Jiuling looked at the person who stood out and directly stepped forward, without a word, reached out to grab the opponent's face. Under great force, the young man couldn't react and was pressed into the ground and rubbed.
