At the training grounds of Princess Changle's residence, more than three thousand guards had formed a vast circle around the martial arena at its center, watching the bouts unfold. From time to time, waves of impassioned shouts and cheers erupted from the crowd!
As the commanding officer of the Guard Camp, Ye Zhen sat steadily in his chair, watching the contests for the lower-ranking officer positions.
To be honest, the matches were splendid. Ye Zhen saw many martial techniques and Secret Arts he had never encountered before. The fighting was exceptionally fierce, with blood spilled in nearly every bout. Coupled with the soldiers' roaring cheers, it made one's blood boil.
Yet no matter how fervent the atmosphere inside and outside the arena became, a layer of gloom remained etched across Ye Zhen's face.
Ever since hearing yesterday that Marquis Anling's blood sacrifice of Bozhou's people would be swept under the rug, Ye Zhen had felt as though a massive boulder were pressing upon his chest. Even breathing seemed to have become difficult.
"General, the contest for the three Commander positions under the Guard Camp's Sixth Division will begin next," Gu Tieqi said softly from behind Ye Zhen.
As Ye Zhen gave a slight nod, Gu Tieqi signaled for the contest to begin.
Generally, cultivators taking up Commander posts possessed cultivation between the middle and late stages of the Dao Entry Realm. Those at the peak of the Dao Entry Realm Ninth Level could even compete for the position of Battalion Commander.
The first position to be contested was Commander of the First Guard of the Guard Camp's Sixth Division. The moment Gu Tieqi's words fell, a burly cultivator at the Dao Entry Realm Eighth Level sprang onto the arena and burst into laughter.
"Brothers, Old Ma hasn't coveted this position