South Stadium.
This was where Chen Luo had held the last gathering, and he had chosen it again this time.
Instead of indoors, though, they were outside.
With the experience of the previous gathering under their belts, organizing this one went smoothly.
No one actually dared cause trouble. Nobody was that stupid!
Last time, Chen Luo had publicly revealed his level-eight strength.
At this stage, it was hard to find even a single level-seven fighter outside Dawn City. Causing trouble? Did they have a death wish?
Chen Luo was indeed still at level eight. The King Rank crystal he had obtained had yet to push him to level nine. He needed another two days or so.
Far more people attended this gathering than the last. Almost every survivor who had made it to the vicinity of the Divine Capital had come.
They had heard about Dawn City's exploits as soon as they arrived. Who wouldn't be curious?
Apparently, potato seeds were being distributed, too. These seeds yielded fifty percent more than ordinary potatoes and were being handed out for everyone to plant.
On the large central stage, Chen Luo lounged behind a screen. If anyone put anything good up for sale, his subordinates patrolling the stalls would find it.
Gu Changfeng's face was thunderous. Chen Luo was actually at level eight, far beyond his expectations.
Arrogant as he was, he still understood the gap between himself and a level-eight fighter. It would take seven or eight of him to stand a chance against one.
As for that incident where someone had been killed with a look, how it had happened remained an unsolved mystery.
Dawn City had recruited at least half of the Divine Capital's more capable survivors. Its numbers might not have been enormous, but every member was elite.