No More Keeping a Low Profile

Hongyi Martial Arts School.

In the front hall, the school master, Shao Hongcheng, sat in a reclining chair, his expression utterly grim, as bleak as if both his parents had died.

He asked in a deep voice, "Is there really no news of Wang Chen at all?"

The two men who had just entered looked at each other and shook their heads in unison, wearing helpless expressions.

Shao Hongcheng gave a bitter smile. "Forget it."

Though only two simple words, they carried an incomparably heavy weight when they left his lips.

In two days, Red Cliff City's annual Martial Arts School Competition would begin, and Hongyi Martial Arts School had no choice but to send people into the fighting arena.

The problem was that Hongyi Martial Arts School was caught between generations. There was not a single standout among the younger generation, while several martial instructors had long reached the age when their blood and vitality were declining. Even if they stepped into the arena, they had little chance of winning many bouts.

Shao Hongcheng did not want to see anything happen to them, either.

Fists and feet had no eyes, and there was no room for sentiment in the struggle on the arena stage. Injuries and deaths were perfectly normal.

Previously, Shao Hongcheng had placed all his hopes on Wang Chen. Wang Chen's miraculous breakthrough into the Houtian Great Realm had also filled him with ambition, making him believe victory was already in the bag this time.

Never in his wildest dreams had he expected Wang Chen to head alone into North Mountain for training in order to improve his strength!

There had been no word from him ever since.

Shao Hongcheng now regretted it deeply. Had he known this would happen, he would have kept Wang Chen in