My Sign-in Life in Douluo

"Will!"

"What ill?"

"..."

In the end, Jiang Siming let that "Ma Dongmei" old man off and asked several more passersby before finally finding the remote little restaurant.

"With killing intent this heavy, the Underground Boxing Arena should be here!"

Jiang Siming lowered his head in thought, wondering whether he should wait until tomorrow to act.

Whether the Martial Arts Tournament could be held smoothly or not, Jiang Siming did not care in the slightest. After all, aside from the five great Ancient Martial Arts Families, the other forces were not worth mentioning.

"Have I been playing it too safe and farming too cautiously? It's not like there's any new way to improve my strength right now anyway! Playing it safe doesn't mean much. Screw it!" Jiang Siming gritted his teeth, feeling that he seemed to have been overly cautious.

The strongest person Jiang Siming had encountered so far was Li Changsheng. Although he could remain unaffected by Jiang Siming's spatial power, at most he was only a Soul Douluo-level expert. No matter how strong the Ancient Martial Arts Families were, they couldn't possibly have experts above the Soul Douluo level, right?

Jiang Siming walked into a secluded corner. With a flash of silver light, he vanished from the spot.

Inside the underground boxing arena.

Aside from the Zhao Family head, who was already dead without even dregs left, the other four all kept their distance from one another. None of them dared make a rash move.

"Have the three of you made up your minds? It's time to make a decision!" White Dragon Horse said with a cold laugh. Since they had already torn away all pretense, if they could not become friends, then they would definitely become enemies.

However, in the next second, Jiang Siming suddenly appeared in