The two stone lions of the Fu Wu Academy were still blocking the academy's grand entrance, but today, due to Zheng Ming's antics, although most people had come in a rush, the crowd at this moment surpassed one hundred thousand.
One hundred thousand people were watching the contest between these two young men.
Cheng Yidao's narrow eyes were sharp as blades as he sized up Zheng Ming. After a couple of glances, he drew his long sword from its sheath behind his back.
"The sword is named Wind Slayer, a gift from Master Gongsun of the Hundred Refinements Hall! Today, if you can withstand three strikes from me, I'll consider it my loss," he said.
Cheng Yidao's words were not loud, but a powerful confidence radiated from him. As he drew his sword and stood poised, many of the maidens from Lu Ling Mansion had a dazzled look in their eyes.
Zheng Ming swirled his Fire Dragon Spear in hand and said, "My Fire Dragon Spear was also obtained from the Hundred Refinements Hall."
