At this moment, Khalil Zorn, who had walked onto the stage, turned around and nodded slightly at Lazlo Abbott and Braydon Neal on the high platform. He smiled lightly. "Don't worry. I'm just a little curious about your brother's physique. I won't hurt him!"
Khalil's voice sounded.
"This person has discovered the secret in Luke's body," Braydon said calmly with a slight frown.
"Brother, that's the arena. What if Khalil kills Luke?"
Frediano Jadanza's eyes revealed worry.
It was not that they were overly worried.
The Martial Artist Summit had been held day and night until today; it was unknown how many martial artists had died in the arena.
When martial artists ascended the arena, life and death were up to fate.
Even if they died in battle, no one had to bear any responsibility.
The battle between martial artists was accompanied by slaughter.
What if Khalil killed him?
