Lin Tao’s face was angry like an asura that had just crawled out of hell, unlike his usual gentle temperament. At this moment, he was full of ferocity. When he stood up, a torrential heat wave swept through the crowd. It was clear that Lin Tao was angry.

Examining Lin Yun’s choice, the crowd could empathize with him. It made sense to them that Lin Yun didn’t want to lose three rounds. If Lin Yun was certain that he couldn’t defeat the swordsmen, then it made sense that he would ...