That's Not Enough From You

The restaurants surrounding the Sparring Arena were suffering from overcrowding right now.

"The A-class seats that are near the wooden railings… There is only a single seat left! Who wants it?" The attendant of the restaurant shouted out.

"Me! I want it!"

"None of you snatch it from me! I want it!"

"Bloody hell! Do you guys have more money than me to snatch it from me? Attendant, give it to me!"

This time around, the duel was unprecedently grand. As such, all the surrounding restaurants were all filled to the max.

This was especially the case for the seats on the top floors of the restaurants. These were seats that one could barely purchase even with all t the riches.

On the streets, many vagrant martial artists were squeezing through the crowd with their lives as well.

"Hurry up and find a good spot! Otherwise, we'll miss out on watching it!"