Sun Ningxiang still wore a slight frown as she came around from the third arena.
These past few days, her father had constantly spoken of Lin Yue, his words brimming with praise. He said Lin Yue possessed outstanding talent and boundless prospects, that he was the disciple most likely to bring honor to the Martial Arts Hall in this year's parade ground trial and one who could support the Martial Arts Hall in the future.
But in her eyes, although Junior Brother Lin Yue was exceptionally gifted, he was too young and hotheaded. He treated his fellow disciples with excessive arrogance, thought too highly of himself, and lacked composure.
Sun Ningxiang shook her head inwardly. Her steps quickened without her noticing, and before she knew it, she had reached the seventh arena.
As her gaze swept inside the railing, she suddenly stopped. There was a familiar figure below the arena-who else could it be but Yang Jing?
Sun Ningxiang raised her eyebrows.
Junior Brother Yang Jing was usually a man of few words at the Martial Arts Hall. All he ever did was practice his fists, and she had rarely paid him much attention before. Yet now, he had actually made it into the final four.
On second thought, however, she understood.
Yang Jing was a Hidden Strength martial artist, after all. Most of his opponents in the earlier rounds had been at Bright Strength. There had been some Hidden Strength opponents, but very few, and he might not have encountered any. It was only reasonable that he had come this far.
Only... she looked at the other three men inside.
Shen Lie carried a deep, steady presence, Qian Feng had cunning eyes, and Chen Wu exuded fierce courage from head to toe. Which of them was not a long-established