On the martial arts arena, the competition continues.
After a whole half day, nearly a thousand rounds have passed.
Disciples who easily won the first round virtually underwent no change and won again in the second.
After all, strength is strength.
Those who won both rounds have directly advanced to the second round.
After several more hours, the majority of the rounds have passed.
"Number 4101, Heavenly Hidden Academy, Sikong Yu, step onto the stage."
As the words fell from the three judges, Sikong Yu flashed onto the stage from the Heavenly Hidden Academy's seating.
Xiao Yi still sat with his eyes closed, feigning sleep and paid no attention.
Beside him, Qing Lin wore a cold expression.
A few minutes later, Qing Lin pursed his lips, "This guy, what weak strength."
"Weak?" Xiao Yi slightly opened his eyes and glanced.
In fact, Sikong Yu was not considered too weak.
