The Arena.
The audience below the stage was shocked. Onstage, Fang Ping rested his eyes for a moment before he opened them again and then said, "Continue!"
Zhou Yan's gaze flickered as she spoke gruffly. "You don't want to rest for a while?"
"I've already booked my ticket!"
Upon hearing Fang Ping's words, as a fair judge, Zhou Yuan did not attempt to advise him again. Instead, she turned to the two people standing by the battle stage. "Do the two of you still want to challenge him?"
The two people below the stage no longer looked as confident as they had previously. As the doctor and the Martial Arts Society members moved past them once again while carrying Zhang Guowei's corpse, their gazes grew dark.
After a while, one of them sighed softly. "I surrender. From today onwards, I'll train contentedly. Rank-1 is good, Rank-2 is also fine. Martial arts…
"Maybe… It isn't suited for me…"
The last few words were almost inaudible.
