After sizing it up in a daze, Chu Nan's gaze landed on a huge banner in the distance that was clearly projected by a virtual screen.
There were only two rows of words on that banner. It looked to be the official language of the Declan Empire.
The meaning of the larger words in the first row was very simple—the battle was the honor of a martial artist!
If he paid attention, there was a row of slightly small words below. This subtitle was the reason why Chu Nan noticed it.
The meaning of this row of small words was, "Every time you win, you're one step closer to successfully registering!"
"Could this be what that person said just now… 'relying on his fist to find out'?"
Chu Nan scratched his head and helplessly walked over.
