In a situation like this, it seemed only Chu Fan could bring order—he was both the soul of the Seven Stars Gang and a Demon Suppression Guard.
The anger in Chu Fan's eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a profound calm.
He casually sheathed his Long Saber with a crisp CLICK.
"Let's go." His tone was flat, yet it carried an undeniable power. "We'll go have a look."
...
Chu Fan, Li Qingxue, and Zhao Tianxing rushed to the Seven Stars Gang's Martial Arts Arena, finding it already surrounded by a crowd so dense it was impenetrable.
The disciples of the Seven Stars Gang all wore frosty expressions, looking utterly grim.
In the center of the arena, a group of young people in their early twenties, clad in various attire, were arguing until they were red in the face, their voices a harsh and noisy clamor.
"I was here first! I should be the one to spar with Chu Fan first!"
