The moment the young man leaped out the window, the middle-aged woman sitting on the other side of him swiftly moved. A streak of green smoke flashed by, and she landed before the young man, even lending him a helping hand as he touched the ground.
"Young Master, what's the point of competing for the Seventh Arena Master? If that kid can defend up to the Tenth Arena, and then you go and compete, that would be imposing!" The middle-aged woman coaxed as if talking to a child.
The young man refused, sharply pulling away from the woman's hand, "Grandma Mao, I'm no longer a child! That kid is easy prey for me. If he can hold up to the Tenth Arena, surely I can too.
The Tenth Arena Master is way more impressive than that Xiao Zhen's Eighth Arena."
Having said this, the young man strode towards the challenge registration area and casually signed the Life and Death Contract.
