"Brother Hu, this little kid's thighs aren't even as thick as my arms. Isn't he here to get himself killed?"
"Maybe some household's grown-ups brought him along."
"Kid, this isn't somewhere you should be. Hurry off and find your mother."
The men clustered around the Bearded Brawny Man all began teasing Xu Taiping.
Though some of these men were not tall, every one of them was powerfully built, their muscles knotted. At a glance, they clearly followed the path of Martial Cultivators and body tempering.
By comparison, although Xu Taiping was not short, his build looked much leaner. Paired with his somewhat delicate face, it made him look even younger.
"Senior Brothers, please make way."
Xu Taiping ignored their mockery and merely motioned for them not to block the way.
"Little kid, you really are here to compete?"
Brother Hu, surrounded by the others, rubbed his gleaming bald head, then looked at the lot in Xu Taiping's hand with great curiosity.
"Yes."
Xu Taiping nodded, then walked straight around him and headed briskly toward the noticeboard.
"Interesting, interesting. I want to see who you're fighting next round, little kid."
Brother Hu cheerfully followed Xu Taiping toward the noticeboard.
"I'll take a look too. Let's see which fellow got lucky enough to face this little kid."
The others followed, joining in the commotion.
"Bing Twenty-Seven's opponent seems to be..."
Before Xu Taiping could look for himself, the group took it upon themselves to help him search.
"It's the Xuan-Character Arena, Yi Twenty-Three!"
Someone finally found the lot number of Xu Taiping's opponent on the notice.
"Yi Twenty-Three? Isn't Yi Twenty-Three Brother Hu?"
Another uproar swept through the crowd.
Hearing this, Xu Taiping also looked curiously at the bald, heavily bearded man.
"Damn it, it really is me!"
Brother Hu glanced at