Zhao Si saw several familiar names on the blackboard, including Old Man, Juno Hoslow, Alexander, and others.
Some he knew, and some he did not. Old friends would also compete on the same stage and fight one another. Blades showed no mercy, so injuries were inevitable, especially with someone like Old Man.
He wondered how Old Man's mindset had changed after losing to Bagralim again.
If they met, a fight to the death would be all but inevitable. Would Zhao Si be able to steel himself and kill Old Man then? That was hard to say.
Someone nearby said, "See that Alexander? He's a Warrior Jar. He's made quite a name for himself lately, wiping out several bandit and robber hideouts. Warrior Jars are strong to begin with. If their contents include a hero, ordinary people don't stand a chance against them!"
"Keep talking nonsense. 'Ordinary people don't stand a chance,' he says." Someone clearly did not believe him. "Would anyone whose name is up here be ordinary?"
Indeed, saying things like "ordinary people don't stand a chance" was utterly pointless.
"Look, there's even a Troll Knight taking part." A gambler excitedly pointed at the blackboard as though he had discovered treasure.
"Boring. A Troll Magic Knight from Caria would be worth watching. An ordinary Troll like this isn't very interesting." The other gamblers were clearly unenthusiastic.
"Who's Vyke? Is that the Vyke we know?" Someone sharp-eyed spotted an unremarkable name.
The name was unremarkable, but the epithet was anything but-Dragon Spear.
"It's him! Vyke the Dragon Spear! He's competing too?" A gambler who knew Vyke laughed heartily and bet on him without hesitation.
"What's he doing here?"
"Representing Lansseax, of course. Probably wants to dedicate the glory of winning to that Ancient Dragon of his."
The gamblers placing bets