Listening to a group of snobbish people babbling beside him.
Yang Fei sighed, unwilling to pay attention, and was about to enter Arena 04.
Not far away, a group of reporters were desperately pushing through the crowd, rushing over here.
To them, even if they couldn't interview Jingtian Chuyi, interviewing a challenger like this was still good news.
At this moment, the bustling hall entrance suddenly quieted down.
As if frozen by magic, everyone stopped talking.
Even if someone was still speaking, watching the sudden change in the crowd around them, they couldn't help but fall silent.
Everyone's eyes were on the hall entrance.
As if some strange magic made everyone turn their necks, their bodies frozen in place,
Yang Fei had his back to the hall, yet he suddenly felt a peculiar change in the emptiness of the hall.
Countless air ions, rapidly rotating whirlpools, were originally chaotic.
