Bu Fang stepped into the lively fighting pit. Whitey followed at his side. Foxy sat on its shoulder, while Shrimpy was curled up atop its head, spitting bubbles.
There were more people in the fighting pit than Bu Fang had expected. They were all nobles from District C. He could understand why there were so many people here when he thought about the size of District C.
Soon after stepping through the gates, someone came to greet Bu Fang. It was a guard wearing black armor. His duty was to guide the contenders for titles like Bu Fang.
"Please come with me, my lord," the guard said respectfully.
Bu Fang nodded and followed him. The guard did not talk much, but his aura was not weak, and he seemed to be a well-trained expert. He led Bu Fang to a small room around the fighting pit.
