C932 First Round

"Number 793, ring 397. " Wen Yuan had just walked out of the passageway. An old man stuffed a wooden tablet into Wen Yuan's arms and said with an expressionless face.

"Next. " After saying that, the old man ignored the confused Wen Yuan and shouted at the people behind him.

"Battle Ring 397, Battle Ring 397. . . " Wen Yuan muttered as he kept looking for Battle Ring 397 in the school grounds