Upon hearing his number called, Li Hao stepped onto the stage and waited quietly.
Surrounded by the noisy crowd, he garnered quite a bit of attention. However, having just faced Haoyue Saint Son, with a million disciples, Semi-Saints, and even Saints watching, he now felt as light as the clouds and the breeze. His thoughts wandered to another fighting platform, where he watched a bout he'd previously missed.
It was a battle between whip skills and hidden weapons; although not very powerful, it was quite interesting.
"Do you still have the leisure to watch others fight?"
Suddenly, a delicate voice tinged with a hint of surprise reached his ears.
Li Hao gathered his thoughts, turned his head, and saw that his opponent had already ascended the stage. She was a woman of eighteen, with a beautiful appearance, and her soft eyebrows revealed a touch of playfulness.
"Please."
Li Hao immediately said.
