It must be said, Li Ang was truly an advertising genius.
Many in the audience had curious expressions on their faces, whispering to each other, discussing whether to check out the shop named "Immaculate Furnace" at the southeastern corner of the square.
In the stands below the Dueling Field, Wanli Fengdao's eyes twitched as he came to a realization: Li Ang's treatment of his wounds was not solely out of friendship but also to use him as a case study to advertise the shop, making full use of everything.
After the Narrator Abdel finished the personal introductions, a countdown also appeared high above the Dueling Field.
Blackstone Razor, paying no mind to the resounding narration from all directions, kept his eyes fixated on Li Ang, the black pupils in his eyes dilating incessantly until they completely consumed his irises.
In his perception, the opponent was no longer a person but a low-temperature burning flame.
