He raised his hand and turned around. For a moment, both contestants and spectators all looked toward the most spacious main stand in the arena, where several Mei Ji surrounded a bloated giant twice the size of an ordinary member of the Horned Race.
He was still hooked up to an IV drip, but in front of everyone's eyes, he was dressed decently and did not have the beauty sitting on him. His luxurious chair was equipped with wheels, pushed by maids.
When all eyes focused on the Platinum King, he waved.
Reed looked a bit stunned. One of the maids listened to the fat giant's words and took the loudspeaker, saying: "The King of Combat says he only talks to champions, you can start now."
"Hmm? He has always looked down on eliminations, but is he not even pretending this year?" a contestant said.
"Don't they promote some honor and fighting spirit every year? He loves showing face but doesn't even speak, seems like his health is really failing."
