The arena was boiling with noise.
The air seemed ignited by the fervent shouts of hundreds of thousands of spectators.
On the huge light screen, the names of the thirty-two finalists burned like blazing stars.
They proclaimed the glory of emerging from thousands and the fierce battles to come.
Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei sat side by side in the reserved stands
The view was excellent.
However, Fang Qingyu's brow was slightly furrowed.
His gaze was locked tightly on the number one platform in the center.
On the platform, Chu Kuanglan's figure remained as towering as a mountain.
But at this moment, he seemed rather disheveled.
He was bare-chested, with a strong and muscular upper body, bronze skin covered in fine beads of sweat and a few fresh scars.
The dark red Qi blood smoke still rose.
Yet this time it didn't seem as majestic and overwhelming as before, instead carrying an air of subsequent weakness and hollowness.
