"What powerful momentum!"
"I feel like I can't even take one move from either of the senior brothers."
"I'm afraid I can't even withstand the aftershocks!"
Second-generation disciples' faces changed dramatically as they retreated in fear of being caught in the residual effects of the battle.
Ye Feng stood by the cliff's edge, quietly watching.
Mo Ying, Shi Lei, Gong Qingqiu, Huo Yunjie, and others all stood by his sides, some with calm expressions, others whispering to each other, and some frowning in observation, each with a different demeanor.
They all wanted to know, between Qiao Jiaxi and Long Tianxing, who was stronger and more qualified to participate in the sparring session.
"I think, Junior Brother Long can win."
Shi Lei was the first to express his personal opinion.
"I also think Junior Brother Long is not bad," Huo Yunjie nodded.
"Then I'll side with Qiao Junior Brother," Mo Ying said, arms folded.
