Li Yun rubbed his side and slowly walked down from the ring.
He sighed inwardly:
The Bone Shifting Technique really was a wonderful thing. That guy Leng Yifeng had only used it to disguise himself and change his build. What a waste of a priceless treasure.
The gong sounded again, and the Bright Force bouts resumed.
As before, the competitors went onstage to draw their positions. Zhu Daqi drew sixth.
The referee asked:
"Who would you like to challenge?"
Zhu Daqi glanced at Li Yun, who was resting in the distance, and thought to himself:
"Li Yun and I entered the hall on the same day. Nobody paid us any attention, so we quietly practiced our martial arts.
"Now we can both sweep aside anyone at our level and claim first place.
"My talent is better than his. The moment I entered the hall, Master took me on as his disciple, and I've had a steady stream of resources.
"I must be stronger than him."
After seeing Li Yun win the championship, Zhu Daqi had felt a faint urge to compete with him.
So he said:
"I choose to challenge Fan Hao, the first-place winner."
Fan Hao, slender in build but with thick thighs, leaped lightly onto the ring.
He glanced at Zhu Daqi across from him and cupped his hands in greeting.
"Fish Leaping Leg, Fan Hao."
"Tiger Subduing Fist, Zhu Daqi."
Zhu Daqi had always been a sturdy fellow, but now he had filled out completely. Nearly nine feet tall, with bulging muscles, he was a bona fide mountain of muscle.
Fan Hao's steps shifted like a phantom. With a flicker of his body, he circled to Zhu Daqi's side.
His right leg snapped out like a spring, the force wrapped around his toes as he kicked