Half an hour later.
Martial Arts Association.
Convention Center Ruins.
"You really are an impressive youth, the old man admits his inferiority."
Li Hengkong of the Kongming Boxing Club concedes defeat to Zhao Zhenfeng in front of him.
His white hair and beard are slightly disheveled, but his face still maintains a smile.
The tense atmosphere from the drawn swords and bent bows earlier has completely disappeared.
All three Class A martial arts halls in Haizhou City, including Li Hengkong, have smoothly passed Zhao Zhenfeng's test.
And have proven that they were indeed not the ones who attacked Xiang Zeng.
In their surroundings, the ruins once piled with stones have been impressively cleared to create an enormous open space.
This was not intentional on the part of Zhao Zhenfeng and Li Hengkong.
It was simply caused by the aftermath of their fight.
Not far away.
