He could not do anything in the waiting area but seethe in anger. He felt more and more uncomfortable, feeling like he had to vent all his anger.

He suddenly saw Trevor acting incredibly sullen. Chris frowned as doubt flashed in his eyes.

They were both disciples from high-grade clans from White Marsh Continent. He knew Trevor a little and the extent of his skills. If Edward and himself were not there Trevor might actually have a chance of winning. However, with him there, and Edward as well, Trevor’s chances were minuscule.

Did Trevor not look into who was participating before he registered?

He seemed to just barge in hotheadedly.

Trevor look

that, Chris suddenly found a target for his frustrations, “Trevor, is something wrong with you? Are you

as Chris, the two of them were still chosen disciples from eighth-grade clans. It felt bad being talked to

nor am I sick of living. Or maybe everyone here’s actually

talked back to him. That intensified Chris’

refuses to

felt like Chris’ words

someone with good intentions

Chris

him to be nice to Chris. He would try for victory with all

he could to defeat Chris. Even if Chris was skilled, if Trevor put in everything he had, Trevor might actually stand a

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