...What about the detention? I heard that you seemed to have obtained some great information..."

"Isn't it just that a big undercover agent has appeared within the empire? It's no big deal." Duan Qing waved his hands in vain: "Getting such news will not change the current situation, let alone that I am theirs now.

Imprisoned."

"That……"

"Need not."

Raising his hand to interrupt what the other party wanted to say next, Duan Qing turned his head in a low voice: "Don't worry about me, just stay outside and train. This competition..."

"It's up to you to keep fighting."

Through the invisible light curtain in front of them, Duan Qing and Black Corn looked at the arena competition area that was already blooming in front of them. The battle roars between players were also accompanied by the cheers from the audience from time to time.

Appearing in their ears, the surrounding atmosphere became even more heated. It seems that because of the previous game against Devil's Paradise, there seemed to be more people in the audience than before, and the online game

The special rules also allowed them to see the faces of Duan Qing and others up close only in this place: "...Look, that person is Mo Shang Qingshan."

"No wonder this name sounds so familiar...it turns out to be the guy who ran into the city lord's palace and killed everyone on that night on the Star of Morna."

"I met him much earlier than you. That guy had already been known as the King of the Savages as early as the fortress battlefield..."

"Don't talk nonsense. His abilities are as good as yours. Without two brushes, how could they be blacklisted by the current Mages Council?"

"It seems we are very famous."

Looking down at the system time, Duan Qing retracted his gaze and asked, "Can I sell signed photos?"

"You are probably the only one who can sell it now." Black Corn curled his lips: "If you count your appearance, you can at most add a group leader and a red lotus girl..."

"You will have a chance to prove your strength soon." Duan Qing shook his head in vain: "Who are we going to fight next?"

"You don't even know your opponent...are you here to compete?" He pressed his forehead helplessly, and Black Corn suppressed the helplessness on his face: "According to the results of the draw..."
Chapter completed!