Several minutes later, the crowd arrived in front of the manor's fighting field. It was at this time that the bald man walked back.
He moved over to Lance, whispering to him.
"Lance, later we will…"
Everyone stepped into the fighting field, a specially designed indoor combat space. Multiple white pillars held up the vast space, the battlefield was square and almost the size of half a football field, surrounded by a black railing.
The gate master of the Evil Eye Fist Sect, Justin, said with some showmanship, "This fighting field was just built half a year ago by the Evil Eye Fist. We hired a professional designer to design it with a simple and grand style. This place cost quite a bit of resources and cash."
