Hong Yuan looked at the disciples below, their spirits high, and a hint of satisfaction appeared on his face.
At last, his Iron Thread Fist Martial Hall had a few promising disciples of this generation who could hold their own.
Hong Yuan waved his hand. "The registration will be taken care of. In the days ahead, you must train even harder and get yourselves into peak condition. Especially you, Yunfei."
He looked at Qi Yunfei, whose expression was calm, and his gaze grew a little more solemn.
"Know this: the Soul-Severing Spear Martial Hall will surely take part in this competition. Its master, Zhou Cang, and I have long-standing grudges. If we meet on the platform, they'll certainly target our disciples."
"You must prepare in advance. Never let the Iron Thread Fist's reputation fall into disgrace!"
"Rest assured, Master!" Qi Yunfei looked entirely unruffled.
He cupped his hands slightly. "I'll make sure the Soul-Severing Spear knows just how formidable my Iron Thread Fist is!"
Hong Yuan nodded, offered the others a few more words of encouragement, then announced that they were dismissed.
The disciples dispersed, chatting in twos and threes about the approaching competition. Some rubbed their fists, eager for a fight; others were anxious.
Lin Qing walked alongside Zhang Shun.
"Junior Brother Lin, this competition is the perfect chance for us brothers to make a name for ourselves!"
Zhang Shun seemed full of confidence as he clapped Lin Qing on the shoulder.
"Get ready. We'll show those young masters from the Inner City what our martial hall can do!"
Lin Qing nodded.
The Martial Alliance Grand Competition was undoubtedly a stepping-stone.
Whether you were gold or scrap iron, a test would tell.
He also wanted to find out how highly he could place among the younger generation with his