The next day at noon, they stood at the entrance of the field. Ye Qingxuan could hear the raucous spectators inside. The noise felt solid, like a tangible sound wave. Ye Qingxuan had never thought that such a big noise could be produced when so many people sat together.
It resounded in all directions and one could not describe it. It was like a cheer, but also like a growl. One could not tell if it was in anticipation or spite. It was just a declaration. It was as if the entire world was urging him onto the battlefield.
He sucked in a deep breath and looked behind himself. "Are you all ready?"
"Yes!" Charles pounded his chest with a serious expression, producing clangs.
Ye Qingxuan was suddenly felt out of character. "Uh…you really prepared well, huh."