Ning walked down the road at a swift pace, Lory almost running to keep pace with him. Rova was doing the same with a frantic look on her face.
"Boss, you really should reconsider it," she said. "We should ask someone to help us advertise. You can't possibly go and fight in the arena."
"Sure I can," Ning said. "What's stopping me?"
"But you're not strong. You'll get hurt," Rova said, a hint of exasperated look on her face that she found hard to hide. "You're not even that strong."
Ning looked back at her without stopping with a face that could have held a frown. "Why wouldn't I be strong? I have reached the Essence Manifestation realm."
"That's… that doesn't mean you're strong," the girl said. "You're just a converter. We really should hire someone. Let's just watch for today, okay? We can find someone who looks like he fights well or lacks weapons, and we can sponsor him. We can even find some good-looking men to attract the girls to our shops."