Ye Kai and his two companions, Yang Guifei and Shao Ren exited the corridor and stepped into an area bathed in light. The wooden benches were arranged in concentric circles around a large open space in the center of the arena, which was dotted with patches of bright green grass.
The audience was cheering, excited about the next battle, they were dying to see this final battle, Yang Guifei looked all the audience felt sick.
"Urgh, I want to go home," Yang Guifei muttered, she closed her ears with her hands, and then saw from another side, there were three people walking out.
She glanced at the group of three men, noting that all of them had dark hair and golden-brown skin. Two of them were large and barrel-chested, while the third was uncharacteristically thin with a pale complexion.
This stick-like man must be Masuru, Yang Guifei thought and she doubt this man would be any threat, she could only blow air and this man would fly away out of the arena
