Wang Ye stood on the platform and looked around.
Speaking of which, this was the first time he had experienced such a scene.
The surrounding grandstands were like skyscrapers, as dense as the containers at the port.
Moreover, they were not filled.
From where he was, the six people on the opposite platform were as small as ants.
It could be seen that the platforms were unusually large.
It could even easily fit a pet that was over a hundred meters long.
Looking up, the sky was clear and the weather was excellent.
For some reason, standing here, Wang Ye felt relaxed and happy. Listening to the wave-like cheers around him, the blood in his body seemed to boil, and he actually had a high fighting spirit.
"No wonder dueling is a national sport..." Wang Ye took a deep breath and let himself calm down.