At the mention of the Dark Force tournament,
The shoulders of the Martial Hall masters atop the high platform relaxed in unison, the gravity on their faces fading somewhat as faint relief appeared in their eyes.
Whether in numbers or quality, Dark Force martial artists in the Outer City far surpassed those of the Inner City.
At this stage of the tournament in previous years, the three major Martial Halls would each send one Dark Force disciple onto the stage to exchange martial arts and cast a brick to draw jade.
Dong~
The bronze gong in the referee's hand rang heavily, and the sound announcing the official start of the Dark Force tournament had barely faded.
The master of a Dark Force Martial Hall whose disciple had been beaten to death yesterday was the first to leap down from the high platform and arrive on the arena.
His gaze repeatedly turned toward Shi Tao and the Four Great Families on the high platform.
Unfortunately, until the Dark Force tournament ended, none of the five had sent a Dark Force disciple onto the stage to participate.
Yet the five on the high platform remained seated throughout.
Shi Tao casually tapped the armrest with his fingers.
The heads of the Four Great Families either closed their eyes to rest or lowered their heads to sip tea, as though they had not seen the matches on the arena and had no intention whatsoever of sending disciples onto the stage.
When the gong rang again, the matches came to a hasty end. The Martial Hall master looked toward the high platform, gave a heavy snort, and said nothing.
Fu Huaixing, Bai Yu, Hou Wei, and Xie Guangyi exchanged glances.
If the Year-End Tournament could end safely like this and avoid needless conflict, that would