The Sequencer Ding Hao

An arena match began amid a clamor of curses and ended in a cold silence.

But many gamblers knew that the victor in the arena would have a life different from theirs.

It was something they had once yearned for but never obtained.

A manual of the fifth-grade Dragon Might Combat Technique: fail to master it, and one was a good-for-nothing; master it, and one could cross the divide between social classes.

Used on the right occasion, it would let its wielder defeat an opponent without bloodshed.

That ability could also continue to grow and strengthen.

No matter what combat technique a person practiced, in a fight between opponents of the same tier, once the Dragon Might Combat Technique locked onto them, everything would go up in smoke.

No matter how high they jumped, how hard they punched, how fast they moved, or even whether they possessed a combat technique with supernatural abilities, it would do them no good.

Hardly any reaction could be faster than intimidation.

And the combat technique did not target just one person.

"Who is 29749?"

Behind the scenes of the competition, Zuo Teng had taken an interest.

Zhang Manqian was a blood-exchange candidate he held in extremely high regard, but the newcomer 29749 had clearly caught his interest as well.

Someone who possessed the Dragon Might Combat Technique was an exceptionally fine support. Such people could easily target the weak, and could even wipe them all out.

As he continued to rise, Zuo Teng would be more than happy to have such people as his right-hand men.

As long as the other party cooperated, he could even provide him with some resources to help him advance.

"Number 29749's real name is Ding Hao. He's a third-year student at Shengteng Academy and placed sixteenth in the