After Mo Feng announced the end of the event, disciples from the Immeasurable Sect led everyone to lunch.
Exhausted and depleted from the morning's bouts, everyone needed to replenish their strength.
Without rest, the martial combat would be meaningless.
After their meal, the young warriors who had been eliminated and had nothing to do began to banter under the pavilion.
Of course, their conversations centered around Xia Liu.
"Damn it, if I had faced that trash, I might have had a chance to advance!"
"Same here, with my rotten luck, I actually ran into Mysterious Rank Peak fighter Lin Yu!"
"Haha! You're just as unlucky, but luckily Lin Yu didn't target you, or else you might have ended up disabled."
Hearing one youth's lament, several onlookers joined in the teasing.
"Hmph! Who can beat Lin Yu? If luck had been on my side, letting me face that trash, I would have definitely secured a spot!"
