They couldn't understand Zhang Yukun's last strike, so naturally, no one would go forward and humiliate themselves.
"Then, we'll trouble Brother Zhang to bring glory to our God of War camp!" Everyone cupped their hands.
Zhang Yukun nodded solemnly. His gaze turned to Nameless in the crowd.
Nameless's expression was indifferent as he nodded slightly at him.
For some reason, Zhang Yukun felt a little excited, as if obtaining Nameless's approval was a very impressive matter.
"Brother Nameless, I did it!" Zhang Yukun said excitedly.
"Well done. Keep up the good work," Nameless said indifferently.
Zhang Yukun nodded vigorously.
After more than an hour, the other martial artists of various ranks also decided on the final combatants.
At the top of Mount Hua, the two camps were on both sides, and there was a space in the middle.
The first to take place was the battles between the low-grade martial artists.
