Situ Wudi had arrived.
Surrounded by Hongmen disciples, he stepped into the grounds.
Lian Youming had arrived too, with not only Green Gang disciples behind him, but skilled fighters from every school and sect.
Gu Feiyan stood outside the grounds with her people.
Gong Wuer was there as well.
So was the White Lotus Sect Master.
The morning breeze swept past.
Everyone's vision blurred as two figures flashed into the Martial Arts Arena together.
Situ Wudi stood with his hands behind his back. "I've never liked falling behind others. When I advance, I advance boldly and fiercely. And if I lose, I lose without grievance or regret."
His quiet words rang like metal striking the ground.
Circumstances pressed upon them; delay might bring unforeseen changes.
Only evenly matched opponents could gain greatly from fighting each other to the death and advance further.
Now, even the way Situ Wudi looked at Lian Youming could not conceal his admiration, and he likewise struggled to contain his rising fighting spirit.
Gu Feiyan had already reached foresight perfection. If this woman or the White Lotus Sect Master struck first, he might well miss out on such an excellent opponent.
"Actually, they could have joined forces!"
Someone outside the arena sighed with deep feeling.
Indeed, both were outstanding figures among the rising generation. If they joined forces, couldn't they avoid fighting to the death?
But only those at the level of Gong Wuer and Gu Feiyan could perceive the deeper meaning.
If the two joined forces, both would die, without any doubt.
Calamity had already arrived. Only by advancing further along the Martial Way could they qualify to fight for that slender chance of survival.
And this opportunity to advance before them was one they absolutely could not miss.
Ordinary martial artists fought only for