Next, an unknown sect disciple faced a contestant from an escort agency. Whether their sects or their names, both sounded utterly generic. Song Qingshu could not even be bothered to remember their names. After the two clumsily traded blows for a while, the escort agency disciple won.
Then it was Shaolin lay disciple Xu Zhu against Blood Saber Sect expert Bao Niu.
At the mention of a Shaolin disciple, the entire arena erupted in boos. These days, even monks could come seeking marriage. Truly, morals had declined.
The Shaolin monks' old faces burned, but they kept telling themselves that they were striving for that great goal. What did a little criticism and grievance matter in the short term? As the saying went, if I did not enter hell, who would?
While everyone else focused on Xu Zhu, Song Qingshu curiously studied his opponent. The Blood Saber Sect was still standing? Last time at the Golden Snake Assembly, Blood Saber Ancestor had been killed by A Qing. He had thought the Blood Saber Sect had long since vanished. Blood Saber Ancestor's disciples seemed to all belong to the Bao generation. Baoxiang and the others had passable martial arts; this man was called Bao Niu, so he was presumably among the strongest of the Blood Saber Sect's remaining members.
Unfortunately, even Blood Saber Ancestor himself would not have been Xu Zhu's match, much less his disciples and descendants. There was no surprise in the match. Bao Niu let out a miserable cry and collapsed dejectedly to the ground. The outcome had been decided.
Seeing how formidable Xu Zhu was, the audience in the training ground booed even louder. If that monk ended up marrying the princess, it would be truly depressing.
Song Qingshu fell into thought. Xu Zhu's martial arts seemed to