April 28, the Martial Body Meet Finals.
A bunch of group members stood in a row, watching the two finalists below and talking among themselves.
The match was being held in the same arena where Chen Shu and Zhang Suannai had faced off two years ago, when they were both Sixth Tier. One finalist was a High Tier practitioner of the new Martial Artist path, while the other was a summoner who also practiced Martial Cultivation. Neither made much of a commotion when fighting, and both favored close combat, so the venue met their needs.
The group members were standing on the same little hill as two years ago.
The only difference was that there were far fewer big shots watching from the hill.
The year before last, leaders from Yujing University and Ling'an Academy had attended, along with senior elders and powerful stewards from the Spirit Sect and Sword Sect. This year's Finals had become an all-Yujing University affair, so Ling'an Academy's leaders simply had not come. Neither finalist had much of a sect affiliation, either. Only a few people from the Royal Family and the military had come out of interest, and there were not many of them.
"These two are really going at it..."
"Ouch! That was brutal!"
"Benefactor Jiang Lai has a wealth of combat experience. As expected of a Martial Artist who worked his way up fighting part-time in the Underground Arena."
"Benefactor Ji Ba hits so hard. Didn't Benefactor Greens say they were good friends?"
"Masters, you don't understand. In this world, the kindest people and the ones who hit the hardest are often women."
"What the fuck did you just say?"
"Benefactor Meng, mind your words. Beware Benefactor Granny's sword."
"And beware the fists of the female benefactors online. They can be a