There was definitely something wrong with this. It was absolutely not as simple as it looked on the surface.
Aiou even suspected it might be connected to Murong Fu's disappearance. The timing was too much of a coincidence—Murong Bo's level had been reset to zero, and Murong Fu had vanished without a trace, neither dead nor alive.
He could already smell the scent of a great secret. As the great detective Aiou, he had to uncover the truth.
While he was thinking, someone finally leaped onto the Arena.
It was a handsome young man, somewhat resembling Edison Chen, but standing over six feet tall. Dressed in ancient white robes, he stood like a jade tree facing the wind, outstanding among the crowd.
"I am Zhuo Buqun. Please enlighten me," the young man said.
Aiou was a little surprised. This guy was really named Zhuo Buqun.
At that moment, a woman stepped forward. She wore a bride's wedding attire and said, "Murong Roudang. Please enlighten me, sir."
"Then Miss, please be careful," Zhuo Buqun said with a gentle smile.
The next instant, an iron sword appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he stabbed straight toward Murong Roudang's Tanzhong acupoint.
"Pfft." Aiou, standing below the stage, could not help laughing.
Mi Hayou looked at Aiou in confusion. Aiou whispered, "Murong... Meat Soup. What a fine name."
"Pfft."
Mi Hayou immediately realized what Aiou was laughing about and could not help laughing as well.
The two of them blended into the crowd like a pair of huskies.
The fight on the Arena was not much to look at. Mainly because Zhuo Buqun was not very strong—his face was idol-tier, and so was his strength.
Murong Roudang was clearly holding back. She obviously did not want Zhuo Buqun to lose too