Su Mo and her companions had also been arranged to seats by the arena's manager.
"Does Admiral Lu also place bets?"
Rong Bai shook his head for him, "Are there any more matches after this one?"
"There's one more match, and then there are no more duels today."
"Put my name and Lu Chen's up there."
"What does Admiral Lu mean?" The manager's face instantly filled with eager anticipation.
Lu Chen nodded, "Hang it up."
"Alright then!"
Though the match on the arena hadn't ended yet, two more names were added to a wooden sign standing below the arena, chalked in.
Noticing the names about to duel on the sign, the entire venue's atmosphere heated up significantly; even the competitors on stage were perplexed by this.
News had spread from somewhere, and before long, the arena was packed with people—one a refugee camp leader, the other a Level 6 powerhouse from the same camp, inciting immense anticipation and excitement.
