Next, two more talented youths prefixed with "some family of Jiangzhou" stepped forward. Each chose an opponent, and both displayed strength far beyond the others.
Zhao Shouchang addressed the two as worthy nephews as well, making small talk with them for a while.
With the stunning performances of those three, everyone who appeared afterward seemed far less impressive.
Watching from a corner, Chen Ming already understood that this Martial Meet was, in truth, a stage for the children of those top aristocratic families to show themselves off.
One only had to look at the reactions of the young ladies watching from the sidelines to know that they would spread the outstanding performances of those three noble young masters through their own circles.
To put it bluntly, this was a pageant. Those three were the leads. For him to come running over and steal the spotlight was, to some extent, rather tactless.
So this is the Great Jin Dynasty. It really is like the ancient Jin Dynasty—class divisions have hardened far too severely.
Chen Ming thought to himself.
Even someone like Zhao Shouchang was praised by many for loving to support the younger generation. One could only imagine what the others were like.
Before anyone realized it, the Martial Meet had reached its end.
Chen Ming did not get a fourth chance to fight. These scions of prominent families were not fools; knowing they could not defeat him, naturally none were willing to challenge him. They would choose opponents they were more certain of beating.
Even those quite confident in their own strength were unwilling to take risks in such a setting.
Even Tian Qiming, arrogant as he was, would never provoke this country bumpkin with outstanding saber skills again if given another chance.
Almost everyone present had an opportunity