"How did it go?"
In the arena, the second round of matches was nearing its end.
Lian Youming returned to his seat and glanced at Feng Xiong and the others.
Brimming with murderous ferocity, Feng Xiong leaned on his heavy sword and laughed broadly. "Not enough! I killed three and left the other six to them!" He had barely warmed his seat when the drawing of lots began again on the platform.
"Group nine versus group thirty-seven!"
At the announcement, Lian Youming instinctively glanced over, only to raise his eyebrows at what he saw.
"Group thirty-seven? Korean martial artists?"
But what truly surprised him was that these Koreans had joined up with Gan Xuansu, along with the Muslims who had forfeited earlier—the Bai family.
"Looks like we'll be facing some tough opponents tomorrow!"
Taekwondo was a load of crap, hardly worth mentioning, but if Gan Xuansu deliberately manipulated things and replaced the Korean martial artists with Muslim experts, things could get interesting.
Besides, the Martial Arts Tournament had no rule forbidding changes to team members.
Lian Youming cast another cursory glance around. Though few teams remained, the proportion of experts was considerable.
Aside from some teams of white fighters practicing Combat Techniques and Muay Thai, those worth his attention were a team led by an Indian Master, another led by an Esoteric Buddhist lama, Gan Xuansu's team, and Li Da's group. Adding his own team and Gu Feiyan's, that accounted for half of them. "Hmm? Another expert?"
Lian Youming suddenly discovered a somewhat inscrutable figure among the many teams below, who had appeared at some unknown point.
The man was short but exceptionally burly, draped in a black cloak, with a Peking Opera Mask on his face and leather gloves on both hands. His outfit looked incongruous, yet although he