Seeing Wang Zheng's soaring popularity, the acne-prone man became furious and angrily cursed:

"I wasn't fucking praising you!!!"

"Friendship first, competition second; let's unite as one and strive for the best!"

Wang Zheng kept shouting slogans to himself, which made the kid feel suffocated. Even the pimple on his sinus turned bright red and was about to burst.

"Hmph, don't think you've got this in the bag. We'll see!"

After uttering those harsh words, the acne-ridden man turned and left. Ignoring his dignified demeanor, he still seemed rather dashing.

Although Wang Zheng didn't know where this guy who had just entered the C level got his confidence from, he could see the jealousy in the other person's eyes.

So our young master Wang shook his head and silently walked back to his half of the field, muttering to himself.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what can I do? My looks are a gift from my parents. I didn't want to be this outstanding. Besides, how come I still have pimples now that I'm an Awakened One?"

Words can be as sharp as knives. Although Wang Zheng's voice wasn't loud, the pimple-faced man opposite him still heard it. The man staggered from Wang Zheng's words and then turned around to glare at him angrily.

But our young master Wang had already struck his classic pose, closing his eyes to rest, just waiting for the match to begin, completely ignoring the opponent's provocation.

A frustrated, ugly boy versus a calm, composed young man—even without the foundation laid by Wang Dashao, the audience knows who to support.

Why are you trying to compete with these internet celebrities for popularity when you have nothing better to do? Aren't you just asking for trouble?

As an Awakened One, one naturally has to be more... uh... okay, never mind...