After getting some useful information from Li Jiandao, Lin Shuguang returned to his room that night and began cultivating.
The night passed without incident.
Early the next morning, the docks of Red Lotus City bustled again as they had over the past few days. People came and went as more than a thousand Hundred Schools League contestants boarded their respective ferries.
"Lin Shuguang, Li Jiandao, just you wait!"
As the Demon Martial group boarded, they heard someone shout from the shore and turned to look.
A fellow wrapped head to toe in white bandages seemed unwilling to let anyone support him. He struggled fiercely, only to be pressed back into his wheelchair.
"Who's that?" The Demon Martial students exchanged puzzled looks.
"No idea."
"Probably another contestant who's lost his mind. The guy in my dorm got knocked out in the Second Round, but when he woke up last night, he told me he'd won the championship. He even asked whether he'd beaten that Wan Jiangui from Xizhou into the hospital..."
"Damn, hasn't he completely convinced himself he's Lin Shuguang?"
"I still can't forget Lin Shuguang looking calmly at Wan Jiangui and saying, 'Is this all you've got?' That line was just... good thing Wan Jiangui isn't here."
"I thought Wan Jiangui was pretty strong. I really didn't expect him to last less than five minutes against Lin Shuguang. So weak..."
Their hushed conversation faded into the distance. None of them knew that the bandaged man, who had been struggling violently just moments before, had gone completely rigid in his wheelchair, his eyes vacant, looking shaken and full of self-doubt.
Once aboard, neither Lin Shuguang nor Li Jiandao gave Wan Jiangui any thought.
"Wooo-wooo-wooo-"
A roar like a giant beast rang out. As the massive ships pushed through the surging waters,