The Martial Arts Tournament was still underway.
Soon, it was Qi Yuan's turn.
"Contestant number 06, Qi Yuan... take the stage."
At those words, Qi Yuan stepped onto the arena.
Canary in the private box hurriedly waved her little fists, holding a glow stick in one hand as she cheered excitedly.
"Go, Qi Yuan!"
At that moment, Canary was Qi Yuan's cheerleader.
Xu Tiehua, who had just stepped down from the arena, immediately tensed up and watched Qi Yuan intently.
To be honest, he had previously regarded Qi Yuan as nothing more than a fellow student from the same martial arts school, without any thought of comparing himself to him.
But now, Qi Yuan had entered the national competition through a special channel, naturally making Xu Tiehua take him far more seriously.
He wanted to understand exactly what was so special about him.
The strong disdained comparing themselves with the weak, but when facing someone on the same level, the urge to compete became far more intense.
"Xing Yu, who do you think will win this match?" Xu Tiehua asked.
Xing Yu gave the arena a serious look. "Qi Yuan's opponent is Rushing Hand Xie Heng. He once made it into the national tournament's top hundred and isn't far from the limits of martial arts. His chances of winning are very high."
Xing Yu gave a rational analysis.
Wang Shi Qiao shook her head. "Qi Yuan wins."
As long as Blood Bead was here, Qi Yuan would win.
There was no need to think about it.
"Haha, it's rare for you two to disagree.
It's fine. Let's sit back and watch. The result should come out in just a few minutes..."
Xu Tiehua's words abruptly stopped. The orange in his hand fell to the floor, and shock filled his eyes.