Chapter 850 - 848 I hate this
A memory belonging to Rex
In a tournament where powerhouses fought like madmen and no issues with anything being banned. Rex was waiting for this chance.
He wanted to fight so bad, so earnestly, so much that he did not know that the other competitors were envious.
"How does one man have so much pure intent on fighting us when he is a body cultivator at the Fourth Realm?" Several of them whispered.
"There are no rules saying that we cannot join in on the beatdown. There are rules for the spectators to join though." Some whispered back.
"There are also rules about damaging the body too much. We would have to be careful." The others whispered back.
Rex had caught on to the last part of the whispers. He knew that people were upset with him joining. He did not know why he would be targeted.
No matter the stance, people continued to praise the fighters. The clash of swords and spears were marvelous. Cheers of pride for the competition.
Five women had not yet once cheered or even smiled. Some men had finally felt their nerves go against them.