"Damn it, these people, how do they manage to be born with such good looks? Truly, comparing yourself to others just makes you want to die of anger!"
Someone among the cannon fodder group muttered this line. Yè Jūnlín struck first, and that person went down; from then on, the murmurs at his ear would never speak again.
The remaining people had enough common sense, and most of them prudently withdrew.
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