Simon draped his cloak a little higher as he stood in a corner. Thanks to his status, there was still a place for him at the Battlefield of Gods.
Actually, his place was top-notch. He was one of the main contestants of this exchange after all.
However, Simon wasn't willing to meet anyone. Thanks to Lemarto's loss, which served as a cushion, his own loss to Luo Yunyang was no longer disgraceful. Nevertheless, whenever he recalled how he had been sent flying with one punch, Simon couldn't help but feel distraught and irascible.
It was so bad that, whenever he saw others whispering, his imagination would start to run wild. Those people could be secretly discussing his sorry self or mercilessly deriding him!
This made him feel like he was on the verge of crumbling. There was a number of times when he even felt like walking forward and asking why they were mocking him incessantly, even though he had heard nothing.
