The Silver Armored Officer climbed onto the arena, his armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and announced loudly, "Group one, match two: Li Mengchao wins!"
A low murmur rose through the grounds. Few people were surprised by the result.
Li Mengchao's Diamond Hand Seal was simply too overwhelming. Zhou Zhiqiang's defeat was only to be expected.
The Silver Armored Officer paused, then continued, "This morning's matches are concluded. There will be a midday break, and the matches will resume at a quarter to two for the final placement bouts. You may rest as you please during this time, so long as you return punctually."
As his words fell, the parade ground came alive.
The crowd streamed out of the Spectator Seats like an ebbing tide, while the martial artists inside the enclosure gathered their belongings and prepared to leave for a while.
Yang Jing had just stepped out of the enclosure when Liu Maolin hurried over with several fellow Bright Strength disciples, unable to contain his grin. "Junior brother, come on! Lunch is on me!"
Yang Jing smiled and accepted without ceremony. He knew the school's young master could easily afford a meal. After thanking Liu Maolin, he followed him out of the parade ground.
They went to a nearby restaurant bearing a sign that read "Gathering Martial Arts House" and settled into a private room.
With a grand wave of his hand, Liu Maolin ordered a table full of dishes. Most were tiger meat stewed until tender and thick Mysterious Deer Soup-hearty fierce beast meat dishes that could quickly replenish vital blood and nourish internal energy.
"You must be hungry after fighting all morning. Eat plenty." Liu Maolin served Yang Jing a bowl of deer soup.
Yang Jing was indeed hungry. Dispensing with pleasantries, he picked up his chopsticks