Mu Chen smiled faintly. He found this fat guy quite interesting. He had a vague feeling he'd seen him somewhere before, but just couldn't recall where.
"Will the four Spirit Selectors please prepare. This is the final match of Group Eighty. Winners will proceed to the next round. Losers, we'll see you next year."
Elder Lin Xiao seemed tired, so the one officiating this time was the same inspector who had checked Ma Bi and Shi Quan earlier. Mu Chen and his opponent took their positions. Since the preliminary matches were considered unimportant, the contestants didn't know each other's names—only their designations.
"What great luck. To think it's just a Third Grade Spirit Selector."
