Many spectators got up to go to the restroom after Guan Wen stepped into the ring.

The team member standing opposite Guan Wen also showed an embarrassed look: "It seems our battles aren't very popular, right?"

"Their welcome is not important; what matters is this battle. Let's make our move," Guan Wen said.

"Since that's the case, then I won't stand on ceremony." The person opposite slowly cupped his hands, then suddenly charged forward.

The other party was a level twelve ability user, whose basic strength was not bad, and he could be considered one of the best in his respective school.

However, a level 12 ability user was nothing compared to Guan Wen. Guan Wen didn't release a single bit of his ability energy, preparing to fight the opponent directly with his own physical strength.

Upon sensing this, the level 12 ability user opposite him was quite surprised, feeling that the person in front of him was far too arrogant. Even if your strength is one or two levels higher than mine, it is impossible for you to defeat me without using your ability.

Such arrogance is tantamount to courting disaster.

A cold smile crept onto the lips of the level 12 ability user.

The commentators on the commentary booth also noticed this scene and exclaimed in surprise, "Something's not right. This player, Guan Wen, doesn't seem to be using his special abilities. Is he going to fight his opponent bare-handed, relying solely on his physical strength?"

Originally, the audience members in the arena, including those in the live broadcast room, who were watching the live broadcast, would stand up to go to the toilet or do other things. When they heard the commentator's voice, they would subconsciously turn their heads to look at the screen or look up at the two people on the ring.