"Heh, indeed. A young man who came out of a martial academy in the Outer City might be considered a genius there."
"But here in the Inner City, he could barely rank among the lower-middle tier."
"And among the very worst of that lower-middle tier, at that."
Another examiner beside him chimed in.
As for the last examiner, the one with a saber at his waist, he said nothing.
He merely watched the two people on the Arena below.
His expression was calm.
Although he offered no further judgment, he naturally agreed with what the other two examiners had said.
That disciple from the Outer City Martial Academy, Lin Tian, had no chance of beating Xu Bailiang, a disciple of the renowned Through-Back Martial Hall in the Inner City.
This wasn't just his personal opinion.
It was the most objective conclusion one could draw from the gulf in resources between the Inner City and the Outer City.
So the young man below, Lin Tian... was bound to lose!
After both sides introduced themselves,
the tension on the Arena gradually mounted.
The audience was also focused on the two people below.
Most of them, however, wore knowing, amused smiles.
Because none of them thought Lin Tian stood a chance, either.
In their eyes, from the moment Lin Tian stepped onto the Arena,
all that awaited him was a crushing defeat.
All he could do was find a way to lose with a little more dignity.
That might still salvage the impression he made on the examiners.
Watching this, Zhao Cang was anxious.
But the two had already taken the Arena.
If Lin Tian surrendered now, it would only make his fate worse.
It might even affect the Martial Examination results of the others from the same academy.
Meanwhile, when Lin Ya