Song Zhong dared swear that, in over a year since crossing into this world, he had not written as many words in total as he had written today.
There were simply too many people who wanted to challenge him.
Hmm?
There was even someone from Ice Peak?
Why did this guy look so familiar? It seemed that when I fought for the first time, this guy showed up, and when I fought for the second time, this guy showed up again.
This was? Someone from Prison Suppressing Peak!
Song Zhong's hand paused as he wrote. Looking at the fellow before him, who appeared honest and guileless with thick brows and big eyes, he nearly could not stop himself from throwing a punch.
Others came to take my money, but you're from the same peak as me and you want to take my money too.
Fine. Just wait.
Gradually, after Song Zhong had written thirty promissory notes, no one else came.
"Forget it, there's no point anymore. We probably can't make much now."
"Those people got off cheap."
"Not necessarily. Maybe only the people at the front got off cheap. The ones behind them won't get a turn."
"That's right. They surely want to split it evenly, but why would the people who got the spirit stones first agree?"
The commotion Song Zhong had caused was indeed rather large. Some idle people from the various peaks, who had not originally planned to come to the martial arena, flew over to watch the excitement.
Suddenly, a wave of uproar arose.
"Over there—that's Senior Brother Deng Qingfeng of Ice Peak! He's a Golden Body Realm expert! Only after the Immortal Bridge Realm comes the Golden Body Realm!"
"Uncle-Master Lin from Mystic Peak is here too!"
"Over there, isn't that Prison Suppressing Peak's eldest