"Alright. You may get out of my sight!" said Chen Xiaobei, looking at Zhao Ritian impatiently.
"Yes, yes, yes…"
Zhao Ritian rushed down the arena and disappeared into thin air.
"I would like to announce that the winner is Chen Xiaobei! As the winner of Arena Three, he is officially qualified for the semi-finals!" The judge declared and then quickly turned toward Chen Xiaobei and began backscratching, "Mr. Chen, congratulations! Soon, you will be able to join the hidden faction! I can see that you will have a bright future ahead of you!"
Chen Xiaobei turned his back on the old man and left the arena.
Before the fight began, the old man had told Chen Xiaobei condescendingly that those who were weak must admit that they are weak. He even said that Chen Xiaobei could only count himself unlucky when he was killed in the match.
