First-Round Opponent, Thrilling!

Li Qingyang and the others had long grown accustomed to circulating the Seclusion Technique anytime, anywhere, so they appeared utterly ordinary in terms of presence.

In contrast, the disciples of the other sects entering the venue all did their utmost to display their strongest sides at such a grand event.

It was useless.

Whether someone was strong or not, only a fight could tell.

Xiao Ziji had been watching the sect disciples entering afterward. When he spotted the burly man who had asked for directions earlier, intense battle intent immediately flashed in his eyes!

His instincts told him that this would be an excellent opponent.

The burly man looked over as well and grinned.

There was no verbal exchange between them, only an exchange of glances.

Jun Changxiao stroked his chin and said, "Judging from the information, he should be Zhao Dazhuang, a disciple of the Iron Fist Sect."

The Iron Fist Sect.

A Third-rate Sect.

They specialized in fist techniques and were especially skilled at forging the physical body.

This disciple named Zhao Dazhuang possessed an Indestructible Vajra Body. If he encountered one of his own disciples, it should make for an incomparably spectacular battle.

"I'm looking forward to it," Jun Changxiao said.

As the organizers continued calling out sect names, more and more participants entered the venue.

"Tch."

A martial artist radiating arrogance stood lazily atop a high platform and said, "They're all trash. Coming to this kind of competition is nothing more than a waste of time."

His name was Ao Wushuang.

The Young Sect Master of the Arrogant World Holy Sect.

Though this fellow acted extremely arrogantly, he had the real goods. He had already broken through to Martial King several years ago.

In his own words, if he had any interest in competing for the