The Power of Habit

People really were different from one another.

Su'er saw through He E's thoughts and abruptly stopped talking. She seemed angry.

He E breathed a sigh of relief when Su'er stopped analyzing the fight, but seeing that she seemed angry, he worried Hawkins might dislike him for it.

He stole a glance at Hawkins. Hawkins was watching him with a smile, so he gave an awkward, forced laugh and turned obediently back to the match.

By then, the barrier had been cleared.

After a burst of stirring music, a man wearing only shorts stepped forward, his bare torso covered in intricate tattoos.

He was not particularly muscular, yet the instant he appeared, an uproar swept through the arena. Countless spectators shouted at the top of their lungs.

"Feng Xie! Feng Xie! Feng Xie!"

Chants filled the entire arena. Su'er frowned at the man below the barrier.

"He has a weak constitution," she said.

"Because he's a mage," Hawkins said with a smile.

Many people probably assumed everyone in the arena was a brawny warrior, but mages could compete in matches like these too once they reached a certain level of strength.

"Feng Xie is an Element Manipulator. He's proficient in several kinds of elemental magic, and he has methods similar to a necromancer's. But in this arena, he'll probably be severely restricted. After all, he can't use his class skills." The moment He E started talking about competitors, he turned into a chatterbox again.

Hawkins glanced at He E and smiled. "You know a lot about them."

"Yeah. I like watching matches, and I've read up on every competitor," He E said with a nod.

Just then, Feng Xie's opponent emerged from a spatial wormhole. It was a Roaring Dragon Beast.

Roaring Dragon Beasts carried dragon blood. They looked like lizards