Yo, isn't that my Brother Dao?
Li Ang's eyes lit up. He found a front-row seat and sat down to watch.
The Sky Dueling Field had only been open for a few days. The competitors on the first level weren't necessarily pushovers; they were likely players who had just started climbing the tower, so there were quite a few spectators.
Below the square ring, staff members were responsible for the live broadcast. High up on the arena platforms, two narrators in suits commented on the situation—these individuals were all members of The Watcher Organization, running the event broadcast with professional finesse.
BUZZ—
The matrix of four LCD screens above the arena lit up simultaneously, displaying the two narrators.
A burly, blond man wearing a purple vest, blue suit, and a black-and-white bicolor bowler hat spoke in a magnetic voice, "Hello, friends in the audience! When you think of a great narrator, you think of me. And I am that great narrator: Robert E. O. Spitervagen."
