Then he said to Fang Hong, "Put your hand on it."
Fang Hong, somewhat puzzled and instinctively hesitant, knew he had no choice but to place his hand on it. In a flash, he thought he saw a pale blue streak of light in his vision.
It somewhat resembled the glow from his Dragon Knight System.
The whole process lasted only a couple of seconds.
After observing for a moment, the assistant immediately nodded to Zhang Tianmiu and whispered, "There's a system, level three."
"Just reached level three?"
The assistant shook his head, "It's well beyond that, but I can't see the specifics."
Zhang Tianmiu then nodded and no longer glanced at them, merely waving his hand and saying, "Move along, someone over there will explain the tournament rules to you."
Only then did the two manage to pass through the military blockade line, faintly overhearing the assistant discussing with his superior behind them, "Captain Zhang, that person is wearing a Mithril mask..."
"I saw it."
