The bustling noise in the field abruptly halted, and the crowd stared wide-eyed at the middle-aged man. Hushed exclamations were heard, "He is a Second-Level Bronze Warrior."
The strength of the middle-aged man emphatically surpassed all the First-Level Bronze fighters. Among hundreds of people present, he was the only Second-Level Bronze Warrior.
"Anyone else with nonsense and I will kill him." The middle-aged man withdrew his hands and scanned the surroundings with hawk-like eyes. Seeing the crowd cowered, he said coldly, "Those who want to survive, listen to my instructions. Later, we will all rush towards this Huge Iron Gates. The First-Level Bronze Warriors among the crowd, step forward. We should divide into two teams: one driving forward and the other defending from behind. If we unite and cooperate, there is a good chance we can break out of here. But if we are a disorderly mob fighting individually, then we are all going to die here today."
