"Very well," Michael answered and followed after him, whereas Hu Rong was taken elsewhere by another person.
However, as the two of them walked, Michael felt a bump on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw it was Su Hanjo who had bumped into him.
"Sorry, Senior, I slipped."
'Sure you did.' He let out a smile and nodded.
That little bump was a bit irregular. After scanning his body with mana, he finally noticed something off.
A small incision was made near his collar, one that would normally go unnoticed due to how small it was.
But that was not what caught his attention; it was the reddish-green sludge left at the base of the incision.
'Poison, huh? This is becoming a little bit personal,' Michael thought and glanced at Su Hanjo, who had a barely noticeable smirk on his face as the two followed after Han Long.
In just a couple of moments, they finally arrived and stood on opposite sides of the arena, with Han Long acting as some sort of judge, standing in the very middle.
