For a moment, even the people from the Seven Seas Travel Group outside the arena couldn't help feeling a bit uneasy.
"What are you all worried about," Tianlan looked at everyone, somewhat puzzled: "I've bet all my money on Brother Ade, and I'm not worried at all."
Gita looked at her with concern: "But the Captain hasn't learned the Elven legacy related to the Fairy Master in the Hall of Thousand Doors."
"Ah?"
Tianlan let out a shriek: "Ah, what are you saying? Tata, why didn't you say so earlier!"
Fang Hong walked to his position and stood firm, raising his head to look at the scene outside the arena. Everywhere his eyes could see, there was a sight of a vast crowd, a dense mass of people extending all the way to the outskirts of the plaza.
Countless eyes, thousands of gazes, were converging on this small arena, the place where he stood. He originally thought he would be somewhat nervous, but for some reason, his heart was calm and peaceful at this moment.
