Gao Qiu and Lu Shiqi’s muscles tensed. 0

While the injuries they sustained couldn’t be considered severe since they were Third Limit martial artists, they were no longer in their best condition. 0

In the face of an armed Third Limit martial artist in perfect condition, they didn’t think that they could win even if they fought together. 0

As for the audience in the arena, they were slowly retreating from the center of the place, worried that they would end up making this unknown martial artist do something rash. 0

They had nothing to do with this. From the way he acted, it was clear he was also a Third Limit martial artist. If the three of them really fought against each other and the audience was dragged into the mix, they wouldn’t even have the chance to register it before they died. 0

Gong Zhanyi blended into the retreating crowd and was slowly moving to the entrance with the manager and two security guards providing cover for him. His eyes, though, remained glued to Wei Wusheng’s back. If the Gong family’s capture team hadn’t been banned from entering the arena, they would have gone up to get him. It wasn’t as if they didn’t have the chance to do that now, though. They just needed the door to open…0

Just then, Wei Wusheng tilted...0