At this moment, the audience below was already booing.
"Newcomer King! You're the grand finale, how could we forget about you? Hahahaha!"
"Exactly. Speaking of which, letting you stand until this time and be the grand finale is already a huge opportunity to show off. Hurry up and go, get it over with, and stay in Zone A obediently, being a salted fish."
"Yeah, you're just a glory hog. We'll see your true colors soon."
Ren Yuanhao paid no mind to their sarcastic remarks, his gaze fixed on Yafier in the audience.
Yafier was actually quite worried at this moment. After all, her ability index was bound to drop with the pressure from the Three Kings. However, she wasn't sure by how much. Although she knew Ren Yuanhao's strength, she was still extremely worried about him.
In the end, what worried her the most was that if Ren Yuanhao broke through 7000, he would enter the third tier and directly face the masked man, a figure shrouded in many legends in the A-class.
For instance, he once fought three Foundation Establishment realm experts simultaneously without being at a disadvantage and retreated unscathed. Liu Yu and others had also suffered setbacks at his hands.
These proud achievements had already spread throughout Zone A, becoming common knowledge.
Yet, Ren Yuanhao was merely a newcomer.
She knew her worries were meaningless, and could only watch as Ren Yuanhao stepped up to the instrument.
Ren Yuanhao smiled and activated his ability, but the indicator light remained red. The crowd was already prepared to mock him, but just then, the red light struggled to pass, successfully turning green.
However, after the green light illuminated, despite Ren Yuanhao's flushed face, his index refused to climb further.
Upon seeing this, the spectators burst into laughter, their jeers and taunts echoing incessantly.
"He's probably the weakest among the twelve. Just wait until he gets beaten up and kicked out!"
"I'm really curious about his exact reading. It looks like he barely scraped past the passing line. What incredible luck."
"Isn't that the truth? Men like this always get by on luck."
Ren Yuanhao feigned a dejected expression and stood in the first tier. However, when his eyes met Yafier's, both he and she shared a mischievous grin.
What is the highest form of slapping someone in the face? Dominating them? No, no, no, it's definitely a mouse eating an elephant.
At this moment, Rosith began to issue commands, "The first tier will adopt a point system. It's a free-for-all. Each defeated opponent earns one point. The one with the most points wins. The second tier will do the same. As for the third tier, there is currently only one participant; they will observe."
As soon as he finished speaking, the areas belonging to different combat tiers were demarcated, resembling a Roman Colosseum. To prevent spectators from being affected, many A+ staff members were stationed at the edges, ready to prevent any stray abilities.
The audience had not witnessed such a grand battle in a long time. Cheers erupted, as if what they were witnessing was not a life-or-death struggle, but a grand performance.
The battle commenced smoothly with a roar from Jero.
A+ level ability users were already prepared with their abilities, vigilant against overly intense fights that might harm bystanders.
At this moment, the eight individuals in the first tier simultaneously turned their gaze to Ren Yuanhao. Without a doubt, the ability index testing instrument indicated that Ren Yuanhao's breakthrough past 6000 was sheer luck. Although indices didn't always reflect true strength, these individuals had already formed a prejudice, deeming Ren Yuanhao an easy meal.
And this easy meal was bound to be the primary target for the other eight!
"Look, all eight of them are aiming for the Newcomer King!"
"Of course. Just looking at that pretty boy makes you want to punch him. He was so arrogant yesterday, who could stand that!"
"Hit him, hit him until he's dead."
As soon as the crowd finished speaking, the eight men lunged towards Ren Yuanhao like hungry wolves. A fierce wind swept up, dust billowed, and powerful abilities soared through the air, like ferocious beasts hunting. Ren Yuanhao, trapped like a beast in a cage, was about to become their 'meal'!
However, just as everyone thought Ren Yuanhao might not survive a second, he slipped out of their encirclement like an eel, observing the eight as if he were a spectator.
"Damn, what's going on?"
"He must have used some kind of illusion!"
"It doesn't matter. Without defeating an opponent, there are no points. You can't advance by just being a spectator."
"Advance? This kid is just here to make up the numbers. To advance, he'd have to be suicidal."
Ren Yuanhao couldn't be bothered to listen to their incessant chatter. He calmly took out a Cuban cigar, appearing more relaxed than the spectators as he lit up!
"Look, this guy is showing off again."
"Damn, if only I could warn those eight."
"The more I look at that face, the more annoyed I get!"
However, while some spectators were displeased, many young girls were captivated, feeling that this Newcomer King, having triumphed through every stage, must be extraordinary. Coupled with his striking appearance, he instantly won the hearts of many women.
Ren Yuanhao knew what they were thinking but shifted his gaze to the second tier combat area. However, with only two participants in that tier, their fight was less spectacular than his own.
Still, purely in terms of raw ability clashes, the two areas were on completely different levels.
After about five or six minutes, in Ren Yuanhao's area, the eight individuals seemed to have realized that the Newcomer King, this weakling, was not within the scope of their contest. They immediately ceased their fighting.
They panted, their stamina somewhat depleted from the fierce battle over the past five to six minutes.
"What, you're not fighting anymore?"
Ren Yuanhao's cigar was only halfway smoked, but he showed no inclination to get up, lazily enjoying the not-so-scorching sunlight.
"This brat is messing with us!"
"Exactly. Let's not get impulsive, let's take care of this kid first!"
"Right. He made us look like performing monkeys in front of so many people. This debt needs to be settled."
The eight nodded in unison and were about to pounce on Ren Yuanhao like hungry wolves when Ren Yuanhao raised his hand to stop them.
"What, are you afraid of getting injured by us?"
"It's too late to beg for mercy now!"
Ren Yuanhao shook his head and then made as if to take something out of his pocket. Seeing this, the eight instinctively took a step back.
However, when they saw what Ren Yuanhao pulled out of his pocket, they were instantly enraged.
"Don't rush. In this weather, it's the perfect time to listen to 'Want to Blow the Wind with You,' isn't it?"
Ren Yuanhao calmly held two wired earbuds and casually inserted them into his ears.
"Damn it! Is he playing with us?"
"This idiot's brain is fried, beat him!"