"Zhongli Zhiwei."
"Chen Baojia."
The young men and women whose names had been announced gracefully soared onto the expansive arena and came to a halt. They appeared rather pleased with themselves.
This was hardly surprising. To secure a spot among the top 30 in the previous open challenge, one needed both strength and a fair share of luck.
The stoic little dragon watched them with an impassive expression.
When Ming Bao's name was called, everyone was taken aback and began to murmur among themselves.
Soon after, an individual leaped from the rear of the crowd and swiftly made his way to the arena.
"Pardon me, excuse me! Thank you, pardon me," Ming Bao ran towards the arena, wearing a cheerful smile as he respectfully greeted Chen Baojia and Zhongli Zhiwei.
