Mi Duo glanced back at Yang Fei.
The young girl's smile turned incredibly sly, as if she were a red fox that had caught a little hen.
She muttered softly, "You don't want to play with me, I'll just go anyway, hmph!"
At midnight, the Zhonghai Demon Fighting Arena continued its business as usual.
The incident from last night had already spread throughout the entire underworld of Zhonghai.
All the guests present vividly described the fierceness and arrogance of the Sangguo Warrior to others.
This left many lovers of underground black fist fighting indignant.
The provocation from the Sangguo Warrior was no longer just an ordinary underworld dispute.
It had touched the national pride of every person there.
Everyone's hearts were filled with pent-up anger as they arrived at the scene.
Tickets for the Demon Fighting Arena sold out within half an hour.
Beyond that, countless more people were clamoring and fighting to get into the arena.
