Just as the two were about to make their move, an aged shout suddenly rang out.
"You two, what do you take this place for? This is the Selection Tournament, not a place for you to settle private duels! If you want to fight, Wu Hao, you'll face each other sooner or later tomorrow. Get down now!"
Following the source of the voice, the two saw the white-haired old man seated in the center, anger still written across his face.
Looking at Vice Principal Hu Gan before him, Xiao Yao slowly withdrew his gaze and sat back down.
Hearing Hu Gan's shout, Wu Hao frowned. He then retracted his gaze, flicked his right hand, and stored the heavy sword in his Storage Ring. His hoarse voice slowly sounded out. "I look forward to fighting you tomorrow. Don't disappoint me."
After that, Wu Hao did not linger. He turned and headed out of the arena.
Seeing that the two had stopped exchanging words, Hu Gan waved his hand and loudly ordered, "Alright, students, the matches will continue."
Over the next dozen or so matches, Bai Shan and Hu Jia each took the stage once. Naturally, both emerged victorious. Seeing that none of those matches held much interest, Xiao Yao quietly closed his eyes and waited for the day's matches to end.
As the sky gradually darkened, the matches also came to an end under the referee's announcement. Xiao Yao, Xun Er, Instructor Ruo Lin, and the others returned once more to that elegant pavilion.
In the hall, several graceful young women sat on soft sofas. Xiao Yao held Xun Er's small hand as he quietly looked at Instructor Ruo Lin seated before them.
Instructor Ruo Lin softly said, "All of you have entered the top fifty of the Inner Academy Selection