On the arena stage.
Wen Jueyuan said coldly, "Although your Martial Dao has advanced greatly lately, wanting to duel me is still overestimating yourself."
Huang Qianjun wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and struggled to climb to his feet. His voice was hoarse as he said, "One year from now, I'll naturally make you beyond reach."
With that, he turned and walked down from the arena.
Wen Jueyuan's brows furrowed slightly, then he shook his head in disdain.
Just vicious words thrown down by a loser, that was all.
Not worth even a laugh.
Huang Qianjun staggered over to Huang Yunchong's side, then deliberately shrugged as if relaxed and said, "Father, this is all I'm capable of for now. Don't be disappointed."
Huang Yunchong rose and tightly hugged Huang Qianjun by the shoulders, his face filled with gratification and pride, and said:
"I never even thought you'd be able to last until now. In this battle, though you lost, it was a glorious defeat!"
Huang Qianjun grinned through bared teeth.
His gaze swept the surroundings, only for him to discover in disappointment that he did not see the figure he most wanted to see at this moment.
Inside and outside the banquet venue, the cheers applauding Wen Jueyuan still continued.
On Guangling City's side, whether it was the people watching the battle from boats on the river or the common folk who had stopped along the riverbank to enjoy the spectacle, all were discussing heatedly.
A great figure sighed and said, "With such momentum, the title of first place in this Dragon Gate Tournament will surely be taken by the Wen Family."
Someone stroked his beard and smiled. "That's only normal. No matter how you look at it, Wen Jueyuan is a Green River Sword Mansion Inner