The competition was over.
Everything was set in stone.
The people on the back mountain descended one after another.
Many of them came down heavily injured.
Cheng Moyang and his group were the same.
"Jiang Man won? How is that possible?" The short Yang Feng still couldn't believe it as they walked.
He especially remembered the time at the stables, when the man was about to be kicked out of the Yunqian Bureau.
Only a few months had passed, and in the blink of an eye, he had defeated everyone.
A poor man.
How did he make it this far?
"Let's check the rankings first," Cheng Moyang said.
Although he had a good idea of the outcome, he still wanted to see it for himself.
A short while later.
At the ranking board, they saw the Yunqian Bureau's rankings.
As expected, it was just as they had guessed.
Jiang Man's name was emblazoned in first place, followed by a comment.
Just a few short words.
It was as if they perfectly captured the man's triumphant, peerless spirit.
