On the viewing platform.
The He Clan elder sat before his table. Seeing this scene in the arena, his brows knitted tightly, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the armrest in his hand.
He Chaoyang could have circled and maneuvered, wearing Wen Zhong down through a roaming battle. Victory would not have been difficult, yet he had chosen the most dangerous path of meeting force with force.
One had to know that this was the first match of the Heavenly Prodigy Banquet.
Under the gaze of the masses, if He Chaoyang lost here, the He Clan's face would be greatly diminished before everyone's eyes.
At this thought, the He Clan elder's expression darkened, his heart filled with dissatisfaction toward He Chaoyang.
At the neighboring seat, Gu Zhao lightly stroked the long beard beneath his chin. His gaze fell upon Wen Zhong, who stood in the arena like an iron tower. He nodded slightly, then turned to Qin Anming beside him and slowly said:
"Brother Qin, this Wen Zhong is quite a promising seedling."
"His foundation in external training is solid. If he can take another step forward and enter the Tendon Forging Realm, he may well be able to fight for a place at this Hidden Dragon Gathering."
Qin Anming gazed heavily at the two locked in battle below and gently shook his head, his tone carrying a trace of regret:
"Wen Zhong is obsessed with body refinement, and his talent for external training is indeed outstanding."
"Unfortunately, he failed when attempting to break into the Tendon Forging Realm some time ago, damaging his foundation. Whether he can find another chance to break through before the Hidden Dragon Gathering begins is still difficult to say."
Hearing this, Gu Zhao smiled. "Then it truly is a pity."
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