Speaking was a male from the Horned Race who was also descending the steps to watch the combat. He crossed his muscular arms: "The Platinum Racing starts in a week. I have connections for good seats in the front row. Do you rich folks from outside want tickets?"
Struck dumb by the stranger, Dorothy clung to Li Ang, who slightly shifted his position and said, "No, thank you."
"Heh, tasteless and stingy couple."
The man from the Horned Race cursed as he walked towards the arena.
Dorothy let out a long breath, "He scared me to death, he scared me to death. People here are so intimidating, and so rude. But since he can tell we're a couple, I won't hold it against him."
The Half Elf was muttering under her breath, while Little Wild Cat had already entered the rhythm of the competition.
In the underground arena, two warriors were wearing tight clothing, exchanging fierce punches without holding back.
