The battles between several martial artists that followed were equally fierce. The loser was inevitably crippled, and the victor didn't fare much better.
Several matches later, there was no winner!
But the more this happened, the more fanatical the audience became. Tao Yu focused his gaze on a short, bald old man.
Dechuan Guangcheng, constantly smiling like a cheerful old man, but behind these martial contests was his shadow. Sitting in the venue now, Tao Yu could sense a faint Abyss Aura emanating from him.
"I didn't expect this guy to become a Fortune Thief. In such a chaotic world, it's indeed easy for unpredictable chemical reactions to occur."
Tao Yu didn't find anything strange, after all, this place was the Abyss!
Moreover, being a Fortune Thief doesn't mean being irredeemable. The World Will also likely makes use of him.
With the 'warm-up matches' completed in front.
