"Damn, I told you Liu Qi would make the cut!"
"Damn it, you thought that idiot Qu Gaot could be shortlisted, why can't I support Senior Brother Liu."
"······"
Noises erupted as a group of people crowded around the two. In the crowd, four or five youths in their twenties were scrapping.
The good thing was they restrained themselves. Even though their mana was fluctuating, no one unleashed a spell. They only strengthened their bodies and fought like common martial artists, engaged in a bare-knuckled brawl.
While they fought, they were all swearing at each other as well.
"It seems like there have been a lot of fights these past few days?" Wang Zijia remarked as he looked at the scene, having encountered such instances four times already in recent days.
