Translator: Aran

  A figure charged towards madly towards the arena.

  He was a young man around twenty years of age, with thick eyebrows and large eyes. His strength was not high, but he seemed to be completely berserk the instant he landed on the arena. He unsheathed the blade at his waist, charging towards Ye Qingyu.

  Ye Qingyu sidestepped, grabbing the back of the blade.

  "And you are you?" Ye Qingyu questioned.

  "Elder Gao was my benefactor." The young man ..