Oculus was well aware that the boss would inevitably pay attention, he just didn't expect this attention to come so quickly, and moreover, to actively intervene.
After a round of conversation ended,
Oculus finally returned to the audience seats.
Perhaps it was due to not having had a one-on-one conversation with the boss for a long time, resulting in the surface of his eyes forming a large amount of dry crust, unbearably dry, he could only take out his portable eye drop bucket and gave himself a wash on the spot.
Just as his vision gradually cleared, strong cheers suddenly erupted around him.
Most of the nobles had already left their seats, standing up and cheering, extremely excited.
"What happened?"
The myriad eyes of Oculus also looked towards the arena.
Only to see Luo Di, holding an iron rod, still standing there, having completed the second slaughter, gray hair fluttering.
Luo Di's condition was somewhat different from the first match.