Upon seeing Cheng Zhan walk out, the chubby man hiding behind the crowd couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Being able to watch so many elite warriors fight and hold back until now was him exerting all his self-control.
So when Liang Kuan took the stage, Cheng Zhan came out.
His entrance didn't carry the suspense of a fierce beast; he simply walked up holding a bundle of weapons, like someone cleaning up the venue, yet every move he made captured Liang Kuan's attention.
Every step and action of the man was the most relaxed posture; in other words, in this state, he could initiate an attack or dodge at any time.
Cheng Zhan stood firm at a distance of about ten meters, the distance measured precisely as if using a ruler.
Looking up at the silhouette with black hair dancing without wind in the sky, his eyes burning, "I'm getting a bit impatient, can I cut in line?"
Su Huan looked down at the man with short hair and a flat top, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Dragon Gate?"
