Blazing Sun Peak, at the Sect Grand Competition.
Arena No. 4.
The skies were clear today, the breeze gentle and warm.
By now, disciples had already packed the area around Arena No. 4.
Every one of them craned their necks, eagerly watching the two men standing on the arena.
"Do you think Martial Uncle Fang can defeat Martial Uncle Wang?"
"What are you thinking? Martial Uncle Wang An is Myriad Star Peak's foremost True Disciple, personally taught by the peak master. His cultivation has already reached the eighth level of the Earth Realm!"
"Although Martial Uncle Fang's performance over the past two days has shown that his strength is unimaginably formidable, how could he possibly be Martial Uncle Wang's opponent?"
"I just hope Martial Uncle Wang can let us see exactly how strong Martial Uncle Fang truly is."
"You're being too absolute. I admit that what you said makes sense, and Martial Uncle Wang is indeed very strong."
"But I don't think Martial Uncle Fang has no chance at all."
"Everyone said that Martial Uncle Fang had advanced this far entirely because he was lucky and had only encountered weak opponents."
"Now that Martial Uncle Fang is facing Martial Uncle Wang An, this battle will reveal whether he truly relied on luck before."
"Martial Uncle Fang's luck really is something else. He fought only weak opponents before, and now he has gone straight up against Martial Uncle Wang An at the eighth level of the Earth Realm."
"Enough, all of you. Martial Uncle Fang has made it this far as someone in the Organ Refinement Realm. That is already impressive enough."
"I wonder how long Martial Uncle Fang can hold out before losing this time?"
"I bet Martial Uncle Fang can last the time it takes to burn one incense