Martial Ring
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Han Sen returned to Steel Armor Shelter, expecting trouble from Qin Xuan as he had disappeared for so many days. However, he did not see Qin Xuan at all.
Not just Qin Xuan, there was almost no one on the streets. The entire Steel Armor Shelter seemed empty.
Finally seeing a man hurrying through the street, Han Sen quickly stepped forward and asked, "Friend, what’s happening? Where is everyone?"
"It’s you, Ass Freak." The man recognized Han Sen at first glance.
Han Sen rubbed his own nose, "Friend, can you tell me where everyone went?"
The man was very easy-going. He smiled and said to Han Sen, "Where can they go? To the martial ring of course. This year’s martial arts contest has already begun. People are talking about it in God’s Sanctuary and on all the planets in the Alliance. You don’t know about it?"
"Ahem, I have been sick recently and almost missed such a great event. Can I still register now?" Han Sen asked.