"I'm up!"
As expected, under the powerful temptation, there must be a brave soul.
No sooner had Fang Yizheng finished speaking than a cacophony erupted from below.
Having just emerged from the melee of a hundred fighters, many were still not convinced. After all, prevailing in such a free-for-all was often a matter of luck.
But Fang Yizheng only wanted to save time; with over four hundred people, it was impossible to let them pair off one by one for a bout—that would waste too much time.
A man who could stand out from a group of four hundred certainly had his own special skill.
The man who stepped onto the stage had a square face and a thick mustache; his explosive muscles were like those of a mighty dragon, brimming with formidable power.
Just walking a few steps, his stone-hard muscles tightly interwoven, their sheen of sweat glistening with power.
