The Bottleneck of Level 7

"Marcus!"

"Marcus!"

"Marcus!"

Amidst the cheers of his fans, a handsome young man in traditional martial artist clothings walked as the crowd cleared the way.

His robes that were slightly torn quickly repaired themselves.

He spotted Maissa with Varian and in an instant appeared in front of them.

Varian felt like he was standing in front of a ball of fire.

He ignored Varian and asked the girl in purple dress. "Maissa, a fight?"

Maissa tapped her chin and shook her head. "I am pissed that someone rejected me. I'm gonna reject you."

"Huh?" Marcus raised his head and said with a fierce expression. "Who is it? I'll get them to agree."

His aura suddenly swelled and he seemed like he would do what he said.

Varian silently wiped the sweat due to the increasing heat and looked at Maissa.

She didn't reply and instead nudged Marcus. "Xavier is about to challenge Charles."