Qin Siyang nodded. "Got it."
Just then, someone interrupted their conversation. "Hongbo, I want to practice in the God Arena. Sorry for the trouble, but could you register me?"
"One moment. I'll register you right away. Qin Siyang, shall we talk another day?"
"Sure, I won't keep you. Thank you, thank you, senior..." Qin Siyang frowned, feeling as though he had stuttered and said one "Xie" too many. He corrected himself. "Senior Xie, thank you!"
"No trouble at all!"
Qin Siyang glanced at the bustling crowd around the Combat Arena from a distance, said goodbye to Xie Hongbo, and decided to go watch the excitement.
Someone else asked, "Hongbo, who was that? I don't recognize him."
"Oh, him? He's a big deal. He's practically joined at the hip with Principal Zhao!"
"Who?"
"Qin Siyang."
"That's Qin Siyang? I heard quite a few people are itching to take him down."
"So did I. I've never seen a newcomer attract so much trouble."
"Trouble? With that Special Admission agreement of his, he's not stirring up some ordinary storm. That's a Category 18 hurricane! Just watch. He's got plenty of suffering ahead."
Qin Siyang arrived outside the Combat Arena building.
Quite a few people were waiting there.
The crowd had loosely split into two groups, each casting slightly hostile looks at the other.
People on each side chatted in small clusters, occasionally glancing at the Combat Arena's tightly shut doors.
Apparently, someone was dueling inside the Combat Arena.
He just didn't know whether they were fighting for victory or to the death.
With nothing else to do, Qin Siyang leaned against the railing to see how Nanrong University's Combat Arena worked.
About three minutes later, the Combat Arena's doors opened.
A bloodstained young man walked out and said flatly, "I won."
Immediately, the