Chengping Square, Sun's Martial Arts Hall.
In the front courtyard, the sounds of laughter and chatter that could occasionally be heard on other days had vanished. All that remained were the WHOOSHING sounds of fists and feet cutting through the air and the THUDDING sounds of wooden stakes being struck.
Every disciple's breathing was heavy and focused. Their faces were taut with tension, and their eyes held a fierce look.
The annual Arena Trial was less than half a month away.
Even though many Mingjin Disciples knew they couldn't get their names on the Arena Trial's ranking list, their goal wasn't to pass the trial in the first place. That was a spot only the best of the Anjin masters could hope to compete for.
