At first light on the second day, the Blood Condensation arena in the south of Spirit Seeking City was already packed so tightly that not even water could pass through.
Yesterday, Li Tongyuan had cut down several challengers in succession and had even crushed Wang Teng, who possessed nine strands of Blood Qi, through sheer strength. The news had swept through all of Spirit Seeking Prefecture like a hurricane.
Not only did ordinary martial artists come with the old and young in tow to watch, but elders and disciples from the prefecture's great Lineages also appeared in the stands one after another. Their burning eyes fixed on the center of the arena, eager to witness just how capable this prodigy who had burst onto the scene truly was.
The crowd pressed shoulder to shoulder. Discussions, cheers, and gambling cries tangled together until the place roared with voices, several times livelier than yesterday. Even the tea stalls and snack vendors around the arena were packed so tightly that not even water could pass through.
At three quarters past the hour of the dragon, a figure passed through the crowd and steadily stepped onto the arena. It was Li Tongyuan. He still wore that faded training outfit, washed until it had turned white, with his inherited ring-pommel saber at his waist. Compared to yesterday, after experiencing a fierce battle, his gaze had become even more composed. Though his Blood Qi was not released, an air of sharpness that warned strangers to keep away radiated from him. Clearly, he had adjusted himself to peak condition.
"Li Tongyuan! Li Tongyuan!" Thunderous cheers erupted below the arena. Many martial artists who had witnessed his consecutive victories yesterday raised their fists and shouted on their own initiative. Even those spectators who had originally looked down on