C163 Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road!

At this time!

On one of the fighting arenas of the martial arts club, the organizer of the First Martial Arts Competition had arrived.

It was an old man with a white beard.

He looked around, then spoke in a hoarse voice with the microphone in his hand.

"Today is the once every five years of First Martial Arts Competition. Thank you all for coming all the way here. It has been hard on you all