C2170 Next City

"First a bronze-level one"

"Alright, think about it. If you fail to get up there, you can immediately leave the next city and be killed."

"No problem!" Zhu Qing flew onto the arena. If he couldn't even fight a bronze-level opponent, then he should be killed.

"Du Chun, fight!" The middle-aged man shouted. A young man with killing intent walked out from a room next to the ring