"I, I'll give you 200!"
Fang Ping watched as the surrounding Dwarves "whispered" to each other. They appeared to be lowering their voices, but in reality, their voices were not soft.
"Quiet!"
The Dwarf auntie holding the notebook roared and took a few steps forward. She walked out of the Dwarves surrounding her and said, "The situation today is a little special. Humans, you can choose your opponents today."
"No need. You can arrange it. We'll follow the rules. If possible, please arrange for our opponents to be of different professions."
Fang Ping heard a familiar voice and noticed the vice-captain of the Lord's Guard. It turned out that he was the one who had led the team here.
He also saw Fang Ping and nodded in acknowledgment.
"Alright, then for the next round, number 12 versus number 23. Let's go on stage now."
Fang Ping was stunned. Why? Was he the first one?
