Meng Chen was equally astonishingly fast. He reached the finish in the time it took to breathe, landed on another arena, and withdrew his various techniques. Turning to Fan Lang, he cupped his hands and smiled. "My skills fell short, and I was just a little slower. Junior Brother, you were still faster. At the Gods' Judgement Arena before, I could still steadily suppress you, but now you have surpassed me in every aspect. The younger generation is truly formidable."
"You let me win, Senior Brother. I had to give it everything I had to reach that speed just now. You should still have held something back. If you had truly gone all out, the outcome would still be uncertain," said Fan Lang.
"Haha, stop flattering me. We are all on the same side. Winning and losing are just for fun. A loss is a loss; there is no need to make excuses."
"You are truly open-minded, Senior Brother."
"Look, Yang Zhanguang has arrived too. I knew he would definitely be among these five."
Meng Chen pointed ahead.
Yang Zhanguang was wrapped in blazing light, like a massive fireball, as he flew into the finish area and landed on one of the five arenas.
Next, two more outstanding students arrived in succession, filling all five spots.
As for the rest, they could only be eliminated. Their Heroes Gathering had come to an end, and they could only be spectators from here on.
Three Talents Academy also selected three candidates through martial arts trials. The first to qualify was Si Kongzhai.
The two factions had always been rivals. It was not deep hatred, but their relationship was hardly good either. Now that they had gathered together, another round of verbal sparring was inevitable.
All eight candidates had been decided. Next came