"Yang Tian! Yang Tian! Yang Tian!"
David shouted in excitement.
This time, he called Yang Tian by his full name. Normally, he just called him Yang.
Daisy and Trish also joined in the cheers, standing up in case anyone didn't know they were associated with Yang Tian.
The surrounding men and women were stunned for a while, but finally stood up and applauded Yang Tian voluntarily.
After all, here, strength is king.
Although Yang Tian came from Huaxia, there were no racial divides here; everyone came to let off steam.
In the midst of the cheers, Yang Tian stepped off the ring.
Just as he passed through the corridor, a burly man emerged from the lounge. This man was a standard white guy.
He was over 1.8 meters tall, very solid and burly, with powerful arms and eight-pack abs glistening with sweat—full of explosive power.
He was wearing a boxer's robe, making it obvious he was a fighter too.
