On the arena.
Steward Xue unfolded the list in his hand, swept his gaze over the crowd below, then stirred his internal qi and announced in a ringing voice, "The first match of the sixth round of the Fu Mountain Grand Competition: Chu Yunhai of Heavenly Evolution Peak versus Cui Yuan of Mountain-Suppressing Peak!"
As his words fell, two figures swept onto the arena, one after the other.
Dressed in blue, Chu Yunhai stood straight as a pine. His steps were unhurried, a faint smile resting on his face. He displayed not the slightest edge, yet carried himself with the stillness of a deep pool and the solidity of a towering mountain.
Cui Yuan wore a close-fitting black outfit. Broad-backed and thick-waisted, he had a powerful build, and his footsteps landed on the arena with dull thuds, his presence imposing.
Below the arena, Yang Jing watched its center without blinking, his expression growing increasingly grave.
He clenched his fists, knowing full well that if he defeated Lu Shaohua in this round and advanced into the top three, he would have to fight Chu Yunhai sooner or later.
That would be the crucial match that determined the final standings of the Fu Mountain Grand Competition, and the best opportunity to test his own strength.
In the previous rounds, Chu Yunhai had won effortlessly with barely a move or two. His opponents had not even managed to draw out his true strength, leaving his depths impossible to gauge.
But at this stage, every disciple who had reached the top six of the Fu Mountain Grand Competition was a battle-hardened genius with formidable strength.
For Chu Yunhai to defeat his opponents without revealing anything, as he had before, was now almost impossible.
Yang Jing could take this opportunity to study Chu Yunhai's moves