The day of the martial arts contest finally arrived and the one hundred battle platforms were already surrounded by countless onlookers. It was crowded with people, but no one was dissatisfied about this because this was the same venue and atmosphere since the founding of the Silver Wing Empire.
"I heard that the arrogant young patriarch of the Liu Family will join in this contest. I don't know what kind of wine he drank in Wine Master Jiu's store that it actually made him join this annual martial arts competition. He must have gone crazy or maybe he was forced by the patriarch himself."
"Are you talking about Liu Mengdi? He's such a joke! I heard that he's still an early stage 3rd-rank Crusader realm at the age of twenty-one. It might be high compared to other youths, but for someone heavily nurtured by the Liu Family, his talent seems fairly ordinary. How did he have the guts to join the competition this year?"
