Qin Guang and Wang Jialu simultaneously slowed down their pace.
The two of them crept forward stealthily, and when they were about a hundred meters from the tent, they both stopped.
They were at a disadvantage due to their position downwind.
At this distance, with their hearing, they could already make out the breathing sounds inside the tent.
There were two people inside as well.
The breathing was very consistent, clearly indicating they were martial artists.
"Mr. Qin, what should we do?"
Wang Jialu looked at Qin Guang and whispered.
"What else can we do, fight,"
Qin Guang replied with a cold smile.
It didn't matter who the other party was or what their purpose was.
Quietly infiltrating the competition venue just before the National Military Martial Arts Tournament was surely up to no good.
Qin Guang picked up two dry branches from the ground and casually threw them towards the people in the tent ahead.
Swish!
