Amid a chorus of pointing and murmurs, Fu Zeguang rose proudly. As his muscles and bones stretched, his aura swelled like a colossal beast awakening, expanding and intensifying in the blink of an eye—grim, ferocious, brimming with dense Killing Aura, its edge sharp as a blade.
His brows and eyes lowered, his gaze shining like stars as it swept in all directions. No particular expression could be seen on his jade-like face. He wished to find the opponent the Palace Master had designated for him, but unfortunately, his search yielded nothing. No one stepped forward.
Much like the other martial artists watching from the sidelines, Fu Zeguang regarded this match as another stage upon which to display himself before the three Grandmasters. His ultimate goal was to earn Grandmaster White Bone's favor and, in turn, gain the chance to enter his school.
From a certain perspective, Grandmaster White Bone and Fu Zeguang each had their own thoughts. They were moving toward each other from both ends.
Therefore, no matter who his opponent was, he had decided to defeat them swiftly with his strongest side. Only by crushing them like withered wood and rotten weeds could he draw a Grandmaster's attention.
Meng Zhao, too, sensed Fu Zeguang's blade-like sharpness and formidable fighting spirit, yet he did not seem particularly stirred, much less pressured.
He rose as calmly as drifting clouds and a gentle breeze. Amid the astonished and curious gazes of those around him who knew him, he stepped forward and arrived before the three jade platforms alongside Fu Zeguang, cupping his fists in greeting.
"Is this Meng Tao? That can't be right. I heard his surname was Bi. Could he be using a false name?"
"Hiss, this kid is so young. He looks like he hasn't even grown all his