Battle

A silver needle tore through the air and shot straight into the brow of the commandery deputy, who was still speaking eloquently on the platform.

Thud.

His voice cut off abruptly, and the white-haired commandery deputy toppled from the platform.

At the same time, the venue doors spun through the air and crashed into the center of the hall as dozens of figures in different attire slowly walked in.

"Martial Alliance Elder He Poyun greets you all!" His rolling voice echoed throughout the entire venue.

The hall masters exchanged glances, but no one stepped forward. They all wanted someone else to test the waters first.

The spectator stands were nearly full, though it was not because every hall master possessed the determination to "live and die with Jinning."

When they had been informed that the finals might be attacked by a terrorist organization, some hall masters had actually wanted nothing to do with it.

But some hall masters with a strong sense of justice, or those hoping to make a name for themselves, had already signed up. If they did not go, being looked down upon would be the least of their worries. What they feared was that, if word got out later, they would lose quite a few customers.

["Dad, I want to enroll at this martial hall."

"Be good, child. We can't enroll at a martial hall run by cowards and weaklings.

Every other martial hall went to fight the terrorist organization, but theirs just hid away. Pah!"]

Just imagining that scene, they could only grit their teeth and come to the venue to prevent such conversations from taking place outside their martial halls in the future.

Seeing that no one moved, a man in the spectator stands let out a long roar. "So you're that terrorist organization?