After the bloodline test ended, dusk was already drawing near.
Yet rather than cooling down, the atmosphere in the Martial Arena grew even more fervent.
"Everyone, the bloodline test has concluded. Next comes the sparring segment."
Shi Potian, the Shi Clan patriarch, appeared in the arena once more. Standing in the center of the Martial Arena with his hands behind his back, his voice rang out like a great bell:
"If any among the younger generation present wish to spar with disciples of my clan, you may enter the arena yourselves. However, I hope everyone will stop at the right point..."
This was a rule the Shi Clan had upheld for thousands of years. Every young disciple who completed their bloodline awakening had to demonstrate their actual combat ability in the Martial Arena.
First, it tested the strength of the younger generation; second, it allowed the various factions to witness the bearing of the Shi Clan's younger generation—a little show of pride, in a sense...
As soon as his words fell, the guests in the viewing seats were stirred as well.
Bloodline tests measured talent, while sparring matches showed true skill. No matter how gifted one was, it was useless if they could not fight.
After all, making one's way through Mystic Sky Continent required strength—and backing!
At that moment, hearing the Shi Clan patriarch's words, Zhang Tianming put away his phone, rose to stretch his limbs, then slowly said:
"Finally, it's this part. Dual pupils, a Supreme Bone, and a divine-grade bloodline—don't tell me he's just all show..."
"Say, Old Zhang, aren't you a love-struck fool? Since when did you fall in love with fighting?" Mo Shang gave Zhang Tianming a strange look.
"I was young and ignorant back then. Now, with no women in my heart, drawing the