Zong Ge: I'm Good

After the dead silence, deafening cheers erupted within the Duel Arena.

"Dragon Garment! Dragon Garment!"

"Too violent, too brutal! I love it!"

"Dragon Garment is definitely the number one Silver-level gladiator!"

"Damn Bing Yang, this sickly weakling. Damn it, I misjudged you."

"You are a disgrace to the Snow Elf, a disgrace! Bing Yang, why didn't you die sooner instead of swindling your compatriots' money? You deserve to die. Truly deserve to die, you really should have died earlier!"

Some spectators were cheering passionately, while others were cursing loudly.

Because the proportion of gamblers was quite high, the emotions of the spectators generally fluctuated quite violently.

Yuan Ci directly gave a thumbs-up, sitting in his seat and laughing aloud, "Very good, simply wonderful!"

He disguised himself as an ordinary person, but his feeling of joy was real and unmistakable.

Looking at Dragon Garment standing firmly within the Duel Arena, Yuan Ci sighed inwardly, I didn't expect Dragon Garment to be strong to this extent. Now it seems that a Silver-level slaying a Gold-level, even if extremely reluctant, carries full gold-content.

"Bing Yang used to be Gold-level, yet he was suppressed by Dragon Garment the entire time, having zero power to fight back."

Yuan Ci's view was the public's view.

From their perspective, this duel went like this:

In the initial stage, Bing Yang didn't even launch a tentative attack, retreating directly as he tried to widen the distance. Dragon Garment chased while shooting fiercely with a crossbow.

In the middle stage, "Dragon Garment" (Zong Ge) continuously threw melee weapons, even flinging out the Golden Flower Steel Saw, successfully binding Bing Yang. Now it appeared that Dragon Garment's tactics were clearly conceived beforehand, using very meticulous and clever little tricks to successfully drag the battle into close quarters.

In the subsequent