Chapter 665

Meanwhile, a graceful young woman had been observing Andrew at the high platform of the Avila Manor's main building. She was none other than the central figure of this competition—Genevie Avila. "Your name, please." "Andrew Hughes." "What's your cultivation level?" "Eight-star martial warrior." After completing the registration, Andrew glanced back at Trevon before heading directly toward the arena. Upon seeing that Andrew was only an eight-star martial warrior, the surrounding crowd lost interest. Other higher-ranked martial warriors had been seen on the platform in previous rounds, but Genevie had defeated them all. With his level, Andrew didn't stand a chance. The old man handling the registration was about to approach Andrew and explain the rules, but another figure stepped forward. With two participants signing up, the crowd's atmosphere grew more lively. At least it wouldn't be as dull as before. "I swear I've seen this guy somewhere," someone in the crowd remarked