"You kid really scared me to death just now." Danny yelled at Mubai angrily.
"Huh?" Mu Bai came to his senses after watching Han Yan's figure disappear from sight.
"Fortunately, His Majesty the King didn't argue with you, otherwise you would be dead." Fire Wolf said with lingering fear.
"Haha, isn't it okay now? Why are you so worried?" Mubai said with a slight smile, but he didn't know that he had just walked in front of the ghost gate.
"Now, please invite all the students who participated in the first round of competition to come to the ring." Mibo's words reached the ears of all the students from afar.
"Ah! The game is about to start!"
"I heard that there will be dragon knights participating in this round. They are so handsome! I want to watch the dragon knights' game."
The atmosphere in the square was boiling again.
Forty students from the first round of competition came to the arena one after another.
Each arena has two instructors serving as referees.
"Mubai, whose game are we going to watch?" Danny asked.
"Let's see Dragon Rider. I also want to see the strength of Dragon Rider." Mubai replied without thinking.
Huolang and Jian Wuhui nodded, but they had no objections. The four of them walked towards Arena No. 12 together.
There are many students who have the same idea as Mu Bai. They all come here to admire the name of Dragon Rider. The arena is surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside. It is almost full of people, and it is impossible to squeeze in even if you want to force it.
A large part of the onlookers were women. Whether they were noble ladies or commoner girls, these female students stood together like a hundred flowers blooming, each with their own beauty, and they became a unique and beautiful scenery in the entire square.
"Damn, why is the gap between people so big?" Danny glanced at the group of female students, his eyes widened for a moment, and he felt extremely unbalanced in his heart.
"Come on, haven't you heard that people are more irritating than others?" Fire Wolf said angrily.
Mubai glanced slightly at the crowd of female students, feeling a little surprised, and then shifted his gaze to the ring.
I saw a male student standing there quietly waiting on the stage.
This student had a relatively ordinary appearance, the kind that would go unnoticed in a crowd. He was wearing a piece of inferior leather armor and holding a long sword in his hand. He seemed a little nervous, and even the hand holding the sword was nervous.
He was trembling slightly. Judging from his clothing and weapons, he must be a swordsman.