Qingmu City had a rather interesting feature.
That was the fighting arenas.
Whether it was because of Yingtian Academy, or for some other reason, the people of Qingmu City all revered martial strength.
Thus, every street and every district had an arena.
Large or small, arenas could be found everywhere.
They also came in all sorts of styles.
Some had the style of modern boxing rings.
Others were ancient-style wooden platforms.
Whenever the people of Qingmu City had a dispute that could not be mediated, they would agree to settle it in the arena.
Both sides had to sign a liability waiver to avoid civil disputes.
Generally speaking, arena matches ended with both sides stopping once one had gained the upper hand.
Very few people were killed in the arena.
There were occasional exceptions, but they were rare.
There was an arena near the hotel where Luo Yan and the others were staying.
At this moment.
Zhao Ping and Lian Hengshan were standing on the platform.
Calling it an arena would be a bit of a stretch. It was more like a small plaza.
The arena was marked off by four stone pillars. Stepping beyond them meant leaving the arena.
The spectators watched from outside the four stone pillars. Luo Yan and Bai? were standing beneath one of them.
Bai? held a roasted sweet potato in her hands and nibbled at it in small bites, eating with great relish.
Luo Yan held "Longxiang" in his arms and looked toward Zhao Ping.
Zhao Ping gripped a long spear and was warming up.
Luo Yan said softly, "I remember he used a sword before, didn't he?"
"He did use a sword."
Yang Lixie handed Liu Ruohan a bottle of drink. It was a specialty of Qingmu City, made by mixing tea leaves