Under Building Number One twenty-two, ten first-year martial artists of the Sacred Martial Hall were lying or sitting on the ground. All of them were lacking the unparalleled momentum they had shown when they had first appeared. Everyone was like a frosted eggplant, listlessly staring at the Young Dragon King - Yang Lie.
They had entered the Sacred Martial Hall, this holy land of martial arts, one year ago, but much to everyone's dismay, the outcome was like this. Despite the fact that the nine of them had ganged up, they lost to a freshman who had entered the Sacred Martial Hall for not even a day and had not even employed all his strength.
Huang Fengwan looked at Mourad and then turned his gaze at the Young Dragon King - Yang Lie. Where did these people come from? With such strength, they should be put under the spotlight on the first day of their debut, like the Young Netherworld King - Hades. They should have been very, very famous!
