"Isn't it true that all the benefits go to those who come later..."
Someone whispered.
The young Taoist's earlobes twitched slightly, and he smiled gently:
"Who goes first or last is the choice of fate, and whether to follow my words is everyone's freedom.
If the next person lets me go up, it wouldn't be impossible to take down Meng Chuan."
"You're quite confident..."
Everyone muttered in their hearts but gradually agreed with the young Taoist's statement.
Because unconsciously, everyone's goal had shifted somewhat off course.
From the initial 'I want to usurp the throne' to how to use a relay battle to exhaust the big boss on the overlord throne...
During the conversation, a person suddenly shimmered with a brilliant red light.
Lord Yao, who hadn't participated in the discussion, glanced at his contestant ID card.
Expressionless, he slowly walked from the contestant seat to the battle area.
Some people's spirits lifted; finally, a real elite fighter was coming on.
