"The Spiritually-controlled Mech Dueling Tournament has begun! "
"Who can sell me a place in the tournament?"
"The Ten-thousand-ton Copper Sphere!"
"The two stupid c*nts up there! The Basic Cultivation of the Spirit needs to be complete in order to register, and only 1 place per person. No borrowing, and no selling!"
Fang Ning wandered around the forum venue, internally smug. While most were busy worrying about how they were going to fit the application requirements, his Dragonic Penitentiary had 1200 highly-cultivated criminals. Under Anderson's loving education, they practiced day and night, and now he already had achieved the tournament requirements of more than 400 people.
Of course, he was too lazy to care about them and so unloaded all the responsibility on Anderson. Oh yeah, Anderson was called
