Black Tortoise Hall's Chief Disciple, Ye An

The day after the match, the gloom that had long hung over Black Tortoise Hall had vanished.

The stifling air was gone.

In its place came a sense of relief that welled up from the heart.

No one had expected a Qi Condensation prodigy to burst onto the scene from Black Tortoise Hall and challenge Azure Dragon Hall's Chief Disciple outright.

And win!

That battle was, without question, the fiercest, most thrilling, and most riveting match between disciples the Four Symbols Sect had seen in recent years.

When news of Ye An's victory spread, the disciples of the different halls reacted in different ways.

Some eagerly picked apart every detail, from Song Qinglin's Flow-Splitting Peak-Shattering to Ye An's fusion of Mountain-Supporting and Mountain-Bearing, marveling at both fighters' prowess.

Some even waved their arms and acted out the best moments as they told the story.

But where some rejoiced, others suffered.

At the edge of the Martial Practice Ground, two Body Tempering disciples bent to pick up chunks of shattered stone scattered everywhere, their faces filled with utter despair.

"Fuck me... We've got to get this Martial Practice Ground fixed up good!!" One of them hurled the watermelon-sized rock in his hands to the ground.

The other sounded resentful, but he still said patiently, "Come on. Another half an hour and we'll be done."

The two traded complaints for a while.

Not long afterward, the Four Symbols Sect rebuilt the Martial Practice Ground's arena and guaranteed that no one below the Qi Condensation Realm could break it.

Black Tortoise Hall.

Zhou Zhong looked at the young prodigy before him, younger than he was but stronger.

He had no idea where to begin, and finally managed to get out an opening line.

"That was a beautiful win."

"You have no idea—when I