Such a genius, challenging the direct lineage of the city lord, naturally makes people look forward to this battle.

Although the geniuses who are direct descendants of the city lord are also from the inner city, the grassroots warriors in the inner city have no sense of identity with them. Instead, they psychologically side with Su Chen and become Su Chen's support group.

They felt that only Su Chen, a martial artist from a grassroots background like them, was qualified to be their guiding light and their leader.

And the base of grassroots warriors in the inner city was extremely large. At this moment, they were shouting various slogans fanatically to express their support for Su Chen.

"Sultan, come on!"

"Holy Sultan, rise up!"

A flood of slogans sounded from all around the arena. Once it appeared, it was like a virus spreading, and more and more people joined in shouting slogans.

At one time, there were at least one or two hundred thousand people roaring in unison, cheering Su Chen on.

With so many people shouting slogans together, the momentum is absolutely amazing.

The loud chants spread from all around the arena and resounded throughout the entire inner city.

The next moment, the entire inner city seemed to be infected by this fanatical atmosphere. Every street, every corner, men and women, old and young, all started shouting.

The sound like a tidal wave kept coming back to the arena, causing countless echoes to reverberate around the arena, like a valley filled with thousands of people.

Su Chen was walking towards the ring and was surprised when he heard these sounds. He has always been extremely calm in terms of Taoist heart, not alarmed by any changes, and his heart is as solid as a rock.
Chapter completed!