When Zhao An reached the city wall, many of the gathered martial artists from the city recognized his name. They greeted him one after another or nodded in acknowledgment.
Quite a few were familiar to Zhao An as well.
Among them were the second-place martial student from the martial exam, Xu Hong, who had placed on the list at thirty-something; the young Shen Pan; and many other candidates.
There were also plenty of martial disciples from the Martial Academy. They hadn't cowered at home, but had come here, standing their ground with nothing but a heart full of patriotic fervor.
The great families of the Inner City had also done their part, sending their private troops and martial-trained servants to defend the city.
Zhao An gazed into the distance, toward Python Water Bay in the northeast.
His eyesight was excellent. He could already make out a mass of figures weaving along several winding mountain paths, slowly closing in on the county city where he stood!
If those were the approaching Moon Tribe Army, then it wouldn't be long before they reached the city walls.
"I hear the Moon People can all cast spells. They're strange creatures." A martial artist standing near Zhao An suddenly spoke.
"How come I heard they're all monsters? Green faces, fangs, and they even eat people!" another martial artist chimed in.
"So those western barbarians are terrifying, then?" A young lad clutched the bow in his hands, swallowed, and muttered under his breath.
"What's there to fear? No matter how frightening they look, they're still made of flesh and blood. How could they withstand a volley of arrows from all of us?" the martial artist said, trying to sound brave.
"That's right. Don't be afraid. They can't get up onto the walls, and they can't break