"What a mess, what a mess..." Duan Ying shook his head and sighed.
It certainly was rather chaotic; after all, it was an all-out melee. Among the contestants on the arena platforms, some found ways to hide off to one side, some tripped others up in secret, and some relied on their powerful cultivation to blast people straight out of the arena. In short, they were all fighting to keep their own places on the platforms.
At this level, Huang Xiao and Duan Ying naturally found little worth watching. Only the clashes between experts later on would catch their attention.
"Hm?" Suddenly, Huang Xiao gave a surprised murmur.
Hearing him, Duan Ying followed his gaze but saw nothing unusual. He could not help asking, "Brother Huang, did something catch your interest?"
"No, I just saw some members of the Beggar Gang. It surprised me a little." Huang Xiao had just spotted several dozen Beggar Gang members in the crowd. The old man leading them carried seven bags, making his standing somewhat higher than Hong Yi's. He was probably the chief of one of the gang's branches, whereas Hong Yi was a Six-Bag Disciple and an Altar Master. Although Beggar Gang disciples were found throughout the land, most were still within Great Song. Few sects from Great Song had come to this Martial Arts Tournament, and those that had were merely ordinary first- or second-class sects. The renowned great sects had not sent any disciples.
Thus, Huang Xiao was rather surprised to see members of the Beggar Gang. Still, he understood that people did not necessarily come here to participate in the Martial Arts Tournament.
"There's nothing surprising about it. This Martial Arts Tournament has drawn considerable attention. Even if the renowned great sects of Great Song disdained to attend before,