The battle had ended.
However, when everyone looked at Ling Han, their eyes were filled with resentment.
Wasn't it?
He clearly could have easily defeated this black-robed young man, so why didn't he make his move earlier? He caused all of them to be eliminated.
Ling Han smiled faintly. He didn't have any friendship with these people, so why did he need them to cozy up to him?
Moreover, defeating one's opponent was a personal responsibility, not accumulate to become points for the whole team. Could it be that they wanted Ling Han to beat their opponent half to death before letting these teammates finish him off to collect points?
This was a tournament!
Ling Han strode away. The flag had not appeared yet. Otherwise, he only had to obtain the battle flag, and he would be able to sit by and wait for others to come one by one to deliver points to his doorstep.
