When the disciples under the stage heard the announcement of the gambling duel beginning, they all jumped with excitement, cheering loudly. Sitting in the front, Zhang Xiaohua was startled for a moment, feeling engulfed in the ocean of cheers. He looked around at the excited disciples and sighed to himself: "Ah, it's truly pathetic for people with no aspirations."
"So simple a gambling duel and they are this excited, if there was a cheerleading group as well..."
Before the idea could fully form, he saw more than ten energetic disciples hurry out from the shadows. Some were empty-handed, some wielding swords, others wielding knives, and several holding wooden sticks. When they walked to different positions on the open ground, they bowed to the surrounding audience like performing artists in Rivers and Gardens, their movements flashy but impractical.
Zhang Xiaohua's thoughts suddenly halted, almost unable to close his mouth.
This gambling duel was a bit too flashy, wasn't it?
