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Xuan Yuan City's center was already packed shoulder to shoulder, the crowd so dense there was not a single gap in sight. Yet most spectators kept glancing toward Arena No. 1. There were many people, but not many watched the other arenas.

That was because a favorite to win the championship stood on Arena No. 1. Compared to the other unknown contestants, the crowd naturally focused its attention on this championship favorite.

A tall, fat man stood on Arena No. 1 with his arms crossed over his chest, his expression arrogant as he closed his eyes and waited for the contestant who was to fight him.

The crowd watching this side began discussing among themselves.

"What's going on? Why hasn't Wu Gang's opponent arrived yet? If he still doesn't show up, he'll be judged to have forfeited and conceded."

"Hehe! I heard the person who drew Wu Gang was named Zhou Bao, some completely unknown Rogue Cultivator. What terrible luck. Of all people to draw, he had to draw Wu Gang. How could a mere independent cultivator like him possibly be Wu Gang's opponent? I'd say he's probably too scared to come!"

"What a pity! Seeing Wu Gang here, I thought we would get to watch an exciting battle. Now it seems his opponent is going to flee without fighting. We probably won't get to see this match."

The crowd buzzed with discussion, and quite a few people revealed disappointed expressions.

The referee in charge of Arena No. 1 frowned slightly. The battles on the other arenas had already begun, yet Wu Gang's opponent had still not appeared. He gradually lost patience. Just as he was about to announce the result and declare Wu Gang the winner, someone suddenly shouted from the crowd.

"Zhou Bao is here! Sorry! Sorry! I'm