Forcing Out a Mouthful of Blood

In the spectator stands, everyone's gaze locked onto the arena where the match was about to begin like blazing flames. The air was thick with tension and anticipation.

Quite a few people were eagerly speculating about the outcome of this match.

"Who do you think will come out ahead—Meng Tai of the Blazing Sun Sect, or Wei Sheng of the Wuji Sect with a sweeping victory?"

"I think it'll definitely be Meng Tai. Just look at that imposing aura of his—no one can match him."

That sharp gaze of his seemed capable of piercing through anything, and the powerful presence radiating from him sent chills down people's spines.

"Hmph, I think Wei Sheng is no weakling either. That steady temperament of his tells you at a glance that he's no ordinary man."

The supporters of both sides had clearly split into two camps, each cheering for the contestant they backed. Their voices rose and fell one after another.

The referee stood in the center of the arena, his stern gaze sweeping seriously over Meng Tai and Wei Sheng.

Then he announced in a loud voice, "The match begins!"

"Blazing Sun Sect, Meng Tai. Please enlighten me." Meng Tai's eyes were sharp, and his voice rang out loudly.

His tall body stood straight upon the arena, the robes of the Blazing Sun Sect gleaming beneath the sunlight. He looked like an invincible god of war.

"Wuji Sect, Wei Sheng." Wei Sheng's expression was calm as he gave a slight nod, resembling a refined scholar.

He wore the Wuji Sect's Daoist robes. As the breeze passed, his sleeves fluttered, lending him the air of an immortal sage.

The moment his words fell, Meng Tai shot forward like a leopard.

He was incredibly fast, arriving before Wei Sheng in the blink of an