Dasa naturally understood, and he squinted his eyes, feeling calm.
He had already made up his mind.
Reaching the quarter-finals, he had already flaunted enough, and there was no need to take a beating.
If he indeed drew Li Jiuxiao, Wan Ming, or Li Qiuqiu, then he would announce publicly:
Withdraw due to injury!
Then, leave here overnight.
He could imagine how explosive these people's mindset would be at that time.
His hand came out from the box, and he took a slight glance, immediately his expression lit up.
Number 1!
It's number 1!
Which means...
Dasa turned to look at Lin Chen on the side, the retreating battle intent in his eyes once again surged...
Such a low-level Plowhorn Beast, no fear at all.
Dasa felt very confident, even though Lin Chen's Plowhorn Beast had some potential, winning should not be a problem.
So, he raised his hand high, and the audience below also saw the number at this time, their mindset suddenly a bit shaken.
