Inside the bustling training hall, several hundred people had gathered around the fighting ring.
"This training hall really isn't much. The people teaching here are all trash, completely leading people astray. And they still have the nerve to run a training hall?"
"You people should stop training here. With these trash teaching you, no matter how long you train, you'll never achieve anything in fighting competitions. No wonder this city hasn't produced a single decent fighter in all these years. Of course, it's not your fault—the instructors are just too useless."
"If I'd known the instructors here were this garbage, I would've left immediately. I definitely wouldn't waste my youth in a place like this."
More than a dozen young men in their twenties, dressed in dark gray martial arts robes, glanced at the middle-aged coach who had just been defeated. Their eyes were full of deep disdain, while they looked at the teenage trainees in the training hall with sympathy.
Although the trainees of the Big Dipper Training Hall were furious, not a single one dared to speak. They all remained silent.
Because the dozen or so people who had suddenly shown up were simply too strong.
Six highly skilled coaches had all been beaten by one cold-looking young man about their age. From beginning to end, those coaches had not even managed to touch the icy-eyed youth. Even an outsider could see the enormous gap in strength. If it had been them up there, they probably would have been taken down in a single move.
Defeating an opponent in one move was extremely difficult in actual combat. It generally only happened when an expert faced a novice, when the gap in strength and combat experience was simply too great.
As everyone looked at the cold-eyed youth, who was