There were two days left until the final exams.
Yet Chen Shu had come with Brother Meng to a Martial Cultivation Hall in South Cheng District, Jade Capital City, to watch Brother Jiang compete.
This Martial Cultivation Hall also focused on combat, and its facilities were top-notch. The sunken Arena floor was larger than the sports field at Yujing University. It was cast entirely from a special material, covered in Defensive Runes, and surrounded by a Defensive Barrier. Even a Sixth-Segment Martial Artist would have trouble damaging it. The tiered stands encircling it could hold tens of thousands of spectators, so it was often chosen to host major martial arts tournaments.
The stands were nearly full, and every clash in the Arena sent the crowd into an uproar.
Meng Chunqiu could now be considered an Ancient Cultivator. He was no longer the frail, stubborn scholar he had once been, and he could naturally see what was happening. He sighed in admiration. "Brother Jiang is handling this with ease. Brother Chen, did you place a bet online?"
"No."
"Why not? Brother Jiang's odds are low, but you could still make something. We both know how strong he is. There's no risk."
"Couldn't be bothered to find a site."
"..."
Meng Chunqiu shook his head. "Brother Chen, you're far too lazy..."
Chen Shu yawned and looked back toward the Arena.
Brother Jiang's opponent today was a fighter from the Northern Continent. He had not opened a Spirit Sea either, so he counted as a Martial Artist, and he was currently ranked eighteenth in the world. This Barbarian fighter was enormous, like a little giant, with arms as thick as waists. Yet he moved like the wind, exerting tremendous pressure.
For now, the other man was still attacking, and Brother Jiang was defending.