The spectators beneath the platform froze for a moment before bursting into cheers and applause.

They had thought the day’s matches were over. Now that an arena master had suddenly stepped onto the stage, did that not mean that there was still more excitement to partake in?

Skinny let out a long “Ehhh!” If he was going to get on the arena, why didn’t he tell me beforehand?! I could have opened the betting pool!

The wagers involving Broken Blade were no longer as simple as betting on victory or defeat. Everyone bet on Broken Blade to win, so where was the profit in that?

The derivative bets were all about how many moves he would need to defeat his opponent, whether he would use a certain move or divine technique, how many people would challenge him this time, and so on.

The Red General suddenly raised a hand and slowly clapped three times.

Each clap seemed to strike against the hearts of everyone present.

In just three breaths, the area around the arena fell silent.

Only then did the Red General announce in a clear voice, “This month’s field lesson begins now!”

The Martial Review Hall held a field lesson once a month, usually taught by a fierce general serving as guest instructor. Occasionally, the Red General would personally take the stage as well.

However, she was simply too busy. He Lingchuan had entered Panlong City so many times, yet he had never once managed to catch...