"Brother Li, impressive skills."
Li Rui had just stepped down from the stage when Wu Tu came up to him.
Grinning broadly, he burst into hearty laughter.
"I'm old now. Not good for much anymore."
Li Rui chuckled and casually returned to the crowd.
Wu Tu's expression turned strange.
With that performance, he still called himself old?!
Though he had won with ease, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Sha Jinliang was not weak. Li Rui was simply stronger.
The assessments continued.
The contests between Hall Masters and stewards were far fiercer than those between ordinary disciples. Blades and swords flashed across the arena, every move exquisitely executed, setting the spectators' blood racing.
The disciples below the stage were all like they had been pumped full of chicken blood, howling without pause.
The more matches went on, the uglier Wu Tu's expression became.
Of the four leaders from the Dark Eight Gates who had joined the Heaven and Earth Alliance, he was now the only one who had yet to take the stage. The others had all lost, and even becoming a steward who watched over the grounds had become a distant hope.
Wu Tu did not believe he was much stronger than the other three.
Otherwise, they would not have spent so many years openly and secretly battling one another among Clear River's underworld sects.
Their strength differed by no more than a hair's breadth.
Besides the stewards, quite a few Hall Masters were challenged as well, with both victories and defeats.
This time, the Qinghe Branch had truly undergone a wholesale changing of the guard.
More than half of the Hall Masters and stewards had been replaced.
Tang Sheng stroked his mustache and nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad."
He had long expected this scene.
Alliance Master