On the other side of Fushan Square.
In the area where the disciples of Fen Yang Peak had gathered.
Xu Ziqiang stood amidst the crowd, his brow furrowed. His expression was grave, and he couldn't hide the sour look on his face.
Amidst the roar of the bustling crowd, his gaze swept over his fellow disciples with their steady auras, and a heavy feeling settled in his heart.
The intensity of the Fushan Grand Competition far exceeded his and Gao Yang's previous expectations.
Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that neither of them had expected the sect to be hiding so many masters they'd barely even heard of before.
Just a few days ago, he and Gao Yang had been putting their heads together, calculating their chances. With their strength at the Peak of the Inner Strength Realm, they figured that even if they weren't at the very top among the young disciples of the Main Peak and the Seven Veins, they could at least secure a spot for themselves.
