The moment those words left Jung's mouth, he was pounced on from every angle.
His assailants were the famous and prominent Tier XII combatants.
Some of them even craved his position, believing that he didn't deserve his place.
Yet none of them mattered to Jung.
As he was surrounded by colors and five to six different magical properties, he smirked and disappeared from the face of the world.
Half a second later, when onlookers were searching for even his shadow, Jung reappeared.
He was standing on the other side of this location, seemingly teleporting into the arena.
"We don't want to hurt bystanders, right?" he said calmly.
With a single swoosh sound, he startled the entire delegation by escaping their radars.
Also, he was the only one who thought about people and their well-being, winning in the first move and public image simultaneously.
His mocking tone was back.
"Do I have to wait, or can you guys find the way to me?"
