Hearing Lin Xiao's words, Meng Fei and others showed a look of joy.
Even though each of them is a Grand Master or even a Grand Master, the Jin family, one of the eight major families, is always like an insurmountable mountain, weighing on them.
Now that Lin Xiao is willing to take the initiative to help them solve the Jin family's worries, it is undoubtedly a good thing for them.
After thanking Lin Xiao again and again, Meng Fei and others walked to the side and sat down.
As for the battle in the arena, it is still continuing.
However, when the two middle-stage master warriors were locked in an indistinguishable fight on the ring, a discordant sound suddenly came from under the ring.
"What kind of trash dares to participate in the competition?"
"With your three-legged cats' skills, participating in a competition is a waste of time. You don't really think you can enter the top three and compete for rewards, do you?"
"If I were you, I would have gone home in despair, and I still have the nerve to waste everyone's time here!"
A tall, burly middle-aged man was looking at the two people fighting on the ring with disdain, and his words were also full of disdain and ridicule.
It seems that in his eyes, mid-stage masters are just trash that can be manipulated at will.
After hearing his words, the two people on the stage immediately stopped what they were doing, and both turned to look at the middle-aged man in the audience.
One of the warriors had an angry look on his face and said in a deep voice: "Who are you, your Excellency, and why are you mocking us like this!"
"You two losers don't deserve to know who I am!"
The middle-aged man sneered, and then jumped directly onto the ring.
The moment the middle-aged man stepped onto the ring, the two warriors immediately felt a terrifying pressure that enveloped them instantly.
"This guy is very strong! I'm afraid we can't be his opponent even if we work together!"
One of them said in a deep voice, looking a little nervous.
Another person also said with a solemn expression: "This kind of momentum does not even reach the peak of a grandmaster. This guy is probably a great grandmaster!"
"What should we do now? Looking at him like this, I'm afraid he will attack us next!"
Hearing this, the person who spoke before suddenly became nervous and stared at the middle-aged man, trying to see his movements clearly.
But how can the Grand Master's strength be guessed by the Grand Master?
Even though the warrior stared intently at the middle-aged man, he never clearly saw the middle-aged man's next move.
I just felt a breeze blowing in front of me, and the next second I felt a sharp pain in my chest.
Then the whole person jumped into the air and flew out of the ring.
When he flew backwards, he opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, looking extremely miserable.
The other warrior didn't fare much better. He was also punched away by the middle-aged man. His sunken chest seemed to be more seriously injured than the one just now.
After dealing with these two warriors, the middle-aged man stood on the ring, looked down at the people under the ring, and said with a sneer: "My name is Xiang Batian, and my realm is at the early stage of a grand master."
"I declare that the first place in this competition is mine! One billion is also mine!"
"If any of you are dissatisfied, you can come to the ring and fight me, but you, the master-level wastes, may not be able to stop my punch!"
Xiang Batian expresses his domineering and arrogance vividly.
Under the ring, all the master warriors clenched their fists and looked at Xiang Batian with eyes full of anger.