He did not answer Marcus.
Chu Feng merely smiled.
Then, under Anderson's worried gaze, he casually walked onto the ring.
He was ordinary and did not stand out at all.
Listening to the chattering below the stage, Chu Feng slowly drew the Demon Slayer from his back.
Below the stage, someone deliberately fanned the flames.
"Look! That kid actually drew his saber!"
"Haha! He actually intends to fight!"
"Marcus, that kid looks down on you! Kill him quickly!"
"Don't tell us that you can't even defeat this kid, haha!"
Opposite Chu Feng, Marcus, who was young and impetuous, felt a little embarrassed after being provoked by a group of people.
With a dark expression, killing intent rose from his body.
Chu Feng sighed lightly and muttered to himself, "Why must there be killing intent? I didn't want to kill you…"
"What?"
Marcus could not hear clearly and asked.
