In one corner of Fu Mountain Square.
Yuwen Mingjue stood amid the bustling crowd, his ears filled with waves of discussion, all revolving around Lu Shaohua and Yang Jing, who were about to face off in the ring.
"Yang Jing really is incredible. He's cut through every obstacle and defeated every opponent-even Su Muyuan fell to him. He's definitely the biggest dark horse in this year's Fu Mountain Grand Competition!"
"That may be true, but Lu Shaohua is a Heavenly Prodigy ranked third on the Hidden Dragon Ranking. He's been famous for years, and his strength is unfathomable. Yang Jing won't have an easy time beating him."
"I still think Lu Shaohua will win. His foundation speaks for itself. Yang Jing rose too quickly; his foundations can't be as solid as Lu Shaohua's."
The voices mingled around him. Some openly praised Yang Jing, while others were certain Lu Shaohua would have the last laugh.
As Yuwen Mingjue listened to those glowing words about Yang Jing, his expression darkened until it looked ready to drip water, and his hands clenched tightly into fists inside his sleeves.
He snorted and said in a low voice, "It seems most people still think Lu Shaohua will win."
An Outer-Door Disciple in azure robes beside him hurriedly agreed respectfully. "Yang Jing may have risen rapidly lately and defeated one powerful opponent after another, but his foundation is shallow, and he hasn't cultivated for long. There's still a huge gap between him and a Heavenly Prodigy in the top three of the Hidden Dragon Ranking like Lu Shaohua. Senior Brother Lu is certain to win this battle."
Yuwen Mingjue nodded faintly, but his expression remained ugly.
Regardless of who won this match, Yang Jing's place in the top four of the Fu Mountain Grand Competition had