In the valley where the competition was being held, the number of spectators on the cliffs were now several times more than the day before. The originally cold and cheerless mountain was filled with all kinds of people.
Evidently, news of Fang Xingjian having single-handedly defeated ten Knights of the first transition had widely spread, and it had attracted much commotion in Kirst. Countless aristocrats, students, or strong Warriors from major factions with connections had all came to spectate today. They all wanted to see whether the legendary Windstorm Sword Hero was as powerful as the rumors said.
Jack and Anthony followed Fang Xingjian into the battlefield, standing in front of the fort. They stared towards the silhouettes on the cliffs who were moving unceasingly, and sighed, “So many people came.”
Jack was somewhat nervous as he spoke, “It appears that the aristocrats in the area as well as Elders from various factions, and even headmasters and sect masters also came.”
