Wen Jueyuan stood on stage and said coldly, “Your Martial Dao has improved enormously, but if you think you’re a match for me, you think too highly of yourself.”

Huang Qianjun wiped the blood from his lips and struggled to his feet. When he spoke, his voice was raspy. “Give me a year, and I’ll leave you in the dust.”

With that, he turned and stepped off the stage. 

Wen Jueyuan furrowed his brow, then shook his head and disregarded this threat. These were nothing but the angry words of a loser, unworthy of concern.

Huang Qianjun staggered over to Huang Yunchong’s side, then feigned calm. “Father, that’s the best I can do right now. Please don’t be disappointed in me.

Huang Yunchong rose and pulled his son into a tight embrace, looking proud and deeply gratified. “I didn’t think you’d last this long. You might have lost, but you lost with honor!”

Huang Qianjun grinned, showing his teeth.

His gaze swept across the venue, but to his disappointment, the person he most wanted to see was nowhere in sight.

Meanwhile, both in and out of the venue, the spectators continued cheering Wen Jueyuan’s name with great enthusiasm.

Everyone from Guangling City, from the...