Lan Fuozi was standing beside the competition platform with a cold expression. She didn't go to the resting area as she didn't want to see nor speak to that man. She was a cultured young woman, but for some reason, she could never keep her own temper in check in his presence.

Will he win today? Hmph, there's no way he'll win! 

Lan Fuozi was viciously cursing a certain somebody in her heart.

"Atchoo!"

In the resting area, Tang Wulin sneezed before casting a resigned gaze outside. There was someone cursing him! With his level of spiritual power, he was able to sense some of the thoughts directed toward him.

Qiangu Zhangting was seated with his eyes closed on a sofa some distance away from him. In reality, all of the other competitors in their group were mere spectators as both Tang Wulin and Qiangu...