The gladiatorial arena is the core industry of Changjia. With a roar of constant breadth, a roaring wind, a continuous flicker of human figures and blinking of an eye, nearly a hundred people have appeared in the stands, a battle waiting for.

"Stinky boy, even if your strength is strong, you can't beat four hands with both fists. You won one person, not necessarily better than 100 people in our family. You killed the thorns and snow tigers, but dared to threaten the size of my family. You really deserve to die."

Chang Kuan has made up his mind to catch the leaf dust if he says anything. Otherwise, he...