With that, Yichen walked out from there and headed towards the assigned Group A.
Just as he entered his Group A, the people there looked at him with eyes of disdain and haughtiness.
In their eyes, Yichen was just a petite and fragile-looking youngster with extremely smooth and milky white skin.
It was his bad luck that he had entered their group.
If they were to match with him in the battle round, beating him up and killing him would be a sure easy thing and also this was their stroke of good luck.
In their eyes, the kid was so easy to kill and they were left quite pleased there.
Yichen could also see through the many disdainful eyes pointing towards him but it was not like he was worried at all. He didn't concern himself with their likes the least bit and was instead eyeing the stage for the next allotment.
Amongst the crowd was also the audience from the first-level tournament who had known Yichen long before.
