Luo Weiyuan chuckled.
"Hadn't you heard? Li Chuan, the chief disciple of the Heavenly Blade Sect, and Peak Master Zhu Zhongye have both come to the Azure Sun Sect."
Luo Zheng smiled helplessly.
"What do people like that have to do with us?"
"What good would it do us to merely look at them?"
"We might as well practice a few more punches. That would be more practical."
Luo Weiyuan clicked his tongue and shook his head.
"Li Chuan—if they share the same name, there's at least a chance they're the same person, right?"
"Don't you want to take a look?"
"What if it is him?"
Hesitation appeared on Luo Zheng's face before he finally said,
"Then let's take a look. It won't waste much time anyway."
And so, Luo Zheng and Luo Weiyuan struggled to squeeze their way forward through the crowd.
As they pushed through, Luo Zheng heard an excited disciple beside him shout,
"Senior Brother Yan Zheng is about to challenge Li Chuan!"
"I heard there's a huge gap between gang force and core formation. I wonder if that's true!"
"Watch closely! Senior Brother Yan Zheng is making his move—what imposing momentum!"
Luo Zheng kept his head down as he squeezed forward, somewhat surprised.
Yan Zheng had reached core formation perfection. He was an exceptionally powerful figure among the disciples.
To actually witness someone like him make a move made this trip worthwhile.
There was supposedly a vast gap between gang force and core formation. How many moves could he last?
As Luo Zheng thought this, he heard other disciples cry out in alarm.
"Senior Brother Yan Zheng... fell!"
"My heavens, Senior Brother Yan Zheng couldn't even withstand one move?!"
"I feel like this Li Chuan isn't much weaker than Senior Brother Zhao!"
Just as Luo Zheng