The revival round lasted for a day. Fifty martial warriors were chosen.
The fatty, Wade, was one of them. He was ranked first.
He defeated fifteen opponents, the most among all candidates.
This proved everyone's guess: this fellow was promising.
"Wang Teng, that fatty pulled through." The Second Prince chuckled softly when he saw the fatty who still had a slightly swollen face.
The fellow wasn't weak, but he always pretended to be timid. It was quite funny.
"I hope he can keep on surviving. That way, we can meet again." Wang Teng glanced at the rotund fighter. Others merely saw him like a weak-kneed fellow, but Wang Teng noticed the sharp glimmer in his eyes.
The fatty seemed to notice the latter's gaze and shrunk his neck, making him look even more like a coward.
Wang Teng smiled and shook his head.
"Are you a devil? Did he provoke you?" Ji Haochen laughed.
