The one who had been beaten looked up. "Examiner, it really isn't that we're incompetent. These two clearly lied about their strength."
The one with the dislocated hand wholeheartedly agreed, nodding repeatedly. "Exactly, exactly! Especially Xu Tong. I think he has to be a great grandmaster at the very least."
"Pah!" The examiner spat. "They've simply honed this level to its absolute limits! If you're no good, you're no good. Stop making so many excuses."
"Do you have any idea what level a great grandmaster is? Their aura alone would be enough to kill you instantly."
The two of them truly had grievances they couldn't voice.
Xu Tong and Geng Shu, however, were perfectly at ease. After signing up, they went out and spent the entire day exploring South Red City to their hearts' content.
Then they enjoyed a comfortable night's sleep and got up early the next morning to wait for the competition to begin.
Only when they reached the venue did they learn that the competition wouldn't start until the afternoon and would continue into the evening.
With no other choice, they could only wander around some more.
"I'm starting to get tired of this place," Geng Shu said. "It doesn't feel all that fun. Martial artists don't seem like anything special, either."
Xu Tong smiled and told her, "You're judging the whole from a tiny piece. There are actually some powerful martial artists. It's just that the entry requirements are low, so naturally, the people testing us couldn't be particularly strong."
"So you're looking forward to it a little?" Geng Shu asked.
Xu Tong rested both hands behind his head. "Looking forward to it? Not especially. Mainly, the prizes are tempting."
Geng Shu shook her head helplessly.
"You two!"
As they walked along, an old man suddenly