Unbounded Fighting, the arena.
Shang Caiwei's exclamation was like the fuse of a powder keg, igniting the silent crowd.
The surrounding trainees stared at Shang Zhengyu, who was sprawled on the ground, a sense of cognitive dissonance rising in their minds. One had to know that Shang Zhengyu's presence and pressure within the club were terrifyingly high.
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