Fallen Cloud City, Peng Qianqiu!
A commotion ran through the venue. They had recognized the first man to step onto the arena: an outstanding figure of Fallen Cloud City's younger generation, with cultivation at the Flesh Tendons level of the Blood Moving Realm.
Before long, a black-robed youth named Wu Zhuang walked out from Guangling City's side and stepped onto the arena.
After exchanging a few brief courtesies, the two immediately came to blows, staging an intense contest.
From time to time, cries would burst out from beyond the arena.
Just like that, the atmosphere in the venue grew heated.
The important figures in their seats chatted among themselves and offered casual comments, appearing far calmer by comparison.
Everyone knew this was only the beginning.
Standing in the crowd, Su Yi watched for only a short while before inwardly shaking his head.
To him, this sort of sparring match was far too dull. There was simply nothing worth seeing.
His gaze shifted toward the distant river.
By comparison, the Great Cang River beneath the night sky was truly beautiful beyond compare.
Lights swayed in layers, a thousand sails floated on the water, and on every boat, figures craned their necks to watch, whispered together in discussion, drank and laughed merrily, or shouted loudly in support...
There were even sounds of strings and flutes drifting from some brothel pleasure boats, where graceful Singing Girls danced to add to the merriment.
On both banks of the great river, though ordinary commoners could not see the scene of the Dragon Gate Tournament, merely listening from afar was enough to leave them thrilled.
People, after all, were simply there for the excitement.
As for whose side won or lost, only those who cared would take it to heart.
All the myriad faces of the