"Big brothers, big sisters, how strong is this Zang Shuheng? He looks really formidable." Bao Xuanjing was at just the age of innocence, flashing a brilliant, faultless smile as he stirred up a conversation in the room.
The armored youth Gong Weizhang remained cold and silent, merely resting his saber across his knees and slowly wiping it with a piece of black cloth.
Borjigin Fuyanci, wrapped in a splendid grassland robe, sat with his eyes closed, resting his mind.
Zhuge Zuo was reading.
Fan Zheng propped his chin on one hand, wholly focused on the battle that had already begun atop the Martial Practice Platform, as though he had heard nothing at all.
At least Xie Yuanchu of Jing Kingdom opened his mouth, keeping the atmosphere from becoming too awkward. "He's not bad, but probably not enough to catch your eye."
The challenge matches were also held indoors.
At the very center stood a high platform personally reinforced with all manner of forbidden formations by the River-Subduing True Lord, with spectator seats on all four sides.
Above the platform, three quiet rooms floated in the positions of the Three Talents—black sky, snowy earth, mirror walls on every side. All spectators could admire the bearing of the prodigies of the Present World, but without the host's permission, no communication was possible between inside and out.
In the [Sun Room] were the prodigies from the six Hegemon States who had secured spots in the main tournament in advance, along with Lü Yun of the Aquatic Race.
Every prodigy who secured a place in the main tournament afterward would enter that room.
In the [Moon Room] were the twenty-five members of the winners' bracket. This was also the "waiting-to-fight area," where they waited at any time for challenges from the losers' bracket.
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