Early the next morning.
Zhou Fan left school and headed straight for the arena.
Although he had only been there once, he still remembered the route clearly.
He had wanted to bring Zhao Qiu along, but it wasn't the weekend. Zhao Qiu had classes and training, so he couldn't skip out.
That left him going alone.
He arrived at the arena.
The moment he stepped through the entrance, a bustling chorus of cheers washed over him.
No matter when he came, this place was always buzzing.
In the ring, two contestants were locked in a fierce battle, while the arena's star commentator delivered an impassioned play-by-play.
"We can see that Head-Rubbing King has unleashed his signature move, Invincible Wind-Fire Wheel, spinning like a top as he crashes toward his opponent!"
"Let's see how Big Foot Stomps You responds-it's Ultimate Tyrant Fist!"
"A vicious, devastating punch! Brute force crushes all opposition-raw stats trump technique!"
"Let's congratulate Big Foot Stomps You on winning this match!"
Cheers erupted from the crowd.
After entering the arena, Zhou Fan quietly took out his white mask with three tomoe, put it on, and headed backstage.
Before he put on the mask, no one recognized him.
But once he entered the backstage area wearing it...
The sight of that white mask left all the contestants backstage stunned.
The young woman in charge of arranging matches backstage spotted the mask and covered her mouth in shock.
"Hello, I'd like to compete today. Could you find me an opponent?" Zhou Fan asked.
The young woman finally snapped out of her daze and hurriedly said, "Wang Wenwang... please wait a moment. I'll get our manager to arrange that for you."
Everyone present knew who Zhou Fan was.
Wang Wenwang had defeated the arena's Rookie King on his very first day,