Ou Peng spoke at great length before finally saying, "Fledgling Eagle Hall disciples, Commoner First Rank is where a Misty Sect disciple begins. Only after passing the Commoner First Rank matches can you be considered true disciples of our Misty Sect. Since the very first Martial Arts Tournament, every successive gang leader has announced the tournament's opening from this very spot, and today is no exception. I now declare the Martial Arts Tournament officially open! I hope you achieve good results, do not disappoint those in the gang who care about you, and do not disappoint the sweat you have shed!"
At this, thunderous cheers erupted below the platform, followed by a wave of applause.
Amid the applause, Zhang Xiaohua seemed to understand He Tianshu's strange expression, that Jiang fellow's demeanor, and Shangguan Yun and Yu Deyi's alternating red and pale faces. Commoner First Rank was clearly the assessment match for ten-year-old Misty Sect disciples. This was a competition for children—what were the Lotus Escort Agency and Huanxi Mountain Villa doing but blindly butting in? Looking around at the children, many of them appeared to be only seven or eight years old. These were all peerless talents, perhaps already possessing genuine skill. If Yu Deyi and the others competed against these children and lost, they would naturally lose all face. Yet even if they won, what was there to boast about? Was that something to be proud of?
In an instant, Zhang Xiaohua understood the true reason why the Lotus Escort Agency and Huanxi Mountain Villa had not participated in this Martial Arts Tournament for decades.
The Misty Sect forebears who had devised these rules had truly been shameless to the extreme. Who would compete in martial arts against children under ten?
Did you actually welcome people from Huanxi Mountain