Li Beichen jumped down from the Martial Arena.
The people from Thunderbolt Martial Hall hurriedly carried Jiang Xiuying onto a stretcher and took him to the nearby clinic.
Wang Dao, Yang Ling, and the others came over.
Among them, Yang Ling swallowed nervously.
"Old Seven, you're really amazing."
"From here on, we've got this in the bag!"
"Maybe."
Li Beichen smiled freely.
His gaze passed over Yang Ling and the others, meeting that of Senior Brother Zhang Meng.
Zhang Meng smiled back.
"Well done, Old Seven!"
Then he tidied his beard and hair, and strode toward the Martial Arena.
Watching Zhang Meng's broad, mountain-like back, Li Beichen sighed inwardly.
"Senior Brother, I hope all my guesses are wrong."
Fang Meiqin came over as well.
"Junior Brother, I'm sorry. If it weren't for me, our martial hall would have already won the match."
"It's all right, Fifth Senior Sister. As long as your conscience is clear."
At Li Beichen's words, a trace of guilt crept across Fang Meiqin's face.
She had originally planned to win the first match for Like-Elephant Martial Hall, cleanly and decisively.
During the fight, she had even set aside her father's and grandfather's instructions for a time.
But in the end, the looks in her father's and grandfather's eyes had made even a heroine like her fold completely.
Blood ties and the fate of her Lineage had become an inescapable, unbreakable net.
It had bound Fang Meiqin fast, and in the end, made her bow her head.
Growing up had never been painless.
Especially when it came to forging a truly unshakable heart of a strong fighter, one that would endure for an entire lifetime.
Li Beichen didn't know what Fang Meiqin was thinking.
Even if he had known, he wouldn't have cared. There were few people