"Why is this happening?"
Amidst the cheers and calls of the audience, Louis Dingmante felt somewhat bewildered.
At forty-seven years old and in his prime, he was no greenhorn on the scene; he had challenged ferocious beasts that besieged cities in the Exotic Realm and won over the hearts of a city-state in duels before gods.
He had battled across countless fields, naturally facing numerous disadvantages and hopeless situations.
Merely the enmity or support of spectators? That was nothing to him.
But at this moment, he still wondered if he had aged....
"Lu Ping'an! Lu Ping'an!"
Among the outer ring of spectators, countless flags bore the name of this once obscure man.
"I've bet all my property on you, beat up that middle-aged old man."
Someone bluntly shouted their reason for support.
"Fifth-tier? What of fifth-tier?! Haven't you beaten seventh-tier before?!"
