Venue Center.
The designated competition area by the Martial Arts Association was a circle with a diameter of about twenty meters.
The competing disciples and sect leaders were seated about five meters away from the red circle, waiting for their turn.
As for the losers from the first round, who were now mere spectators from their sects, they were watching intently from a slightly farther distance.
At this moment,
Zhou Qiming, the host, slowly walked to the center of the red circle.
He aimed his mouth at the microphone and loudly announced the names of the two competitors.
When Xu Yang's name was mentioned,
The otherwise relatively quiet venue center suddenly rippled like a stone dropped into the water.
"Xu Yang, isn't that the Rabbit Fist Sect Master? He's actually competing personally?"
"That's just shameless?!"
