Luo Xiong was no stranger to that sort of gaze. In the city, he had encountered some strange, fair-skinned men who liked to stare at his muscles that way.
Seeing the disgust on his opponent's face, Zhao Feng was puzzled. I haven't done anything to offend you.
Meanwhile, Gu Rong faced a relatively unknown candidate. Brimming with confidence, he stepped onto the platform and immediately seized the offensive, intent on defeating his opponent swiftly and impressively to earn a higher score.
But to his surprise, his opponent was meticulous and nimble, entangling Gu Rong for more than thirty exchanges on the platform and even leaving him scrambling at one point. In the end, Gu Rong knocked him off the platform through the sheer depth of his cultivation, but his third-round performance had been mediocre. His mounted archery and pressure-resistance results in the preliminary trial had also been ordinary. Taking everything into account, although he had made the top twenty-five, he might not make the top twenty. Even a place on the C List of the Martial Examination was a stretch.
Gu Rong returned to the Yichuan Nine Yang Gate's group with a dark expression. Gu He looked no happier, and the atmosphere was heavy.
"That Zhao Feng is just lucky. He hasn't faced a true expert yet. If I faced him, I'd definitely defeat him and expose his true level," Gu Rong said indignantly.
The fellow disciples around him nodded repeatedly. In their eyes, Zhao Feng had gained a tremendous advantage in the two preliminary events, then continued to benefit when the Main Trial paired the highest-ranked candidates against the lowest-ranked. He was simply lucky. His actual strength certainly fell short of Senior Brother Gu's.
Once the third round of the Main Trial ended, the examiners immediately began a comprehensive