Zhang Po shook his head at the captain of the Clay Monster team, displaying an expression of being unable to disclose anything, and subsequently disregarded the many competitors' gazes, walking straight out.
The sun hung high in the sky, finally marking the agreed day for the finals. The stands were already filled with competitors who, though eliminated, were reluctant to leave and eager to witness the fighting prowess of the Xiao Family descendants, cheering enthusiastically for their admired and respected opponents.
Seeing these young people who, despite being beaten badly, still held great respect for their opponents, Zhang Po was filled with emotion: "Ah, this is the true essence of cultivation, endless learning."
Holding no exception, Qing Hong and his group also stayed. Strangely enough, they sat together with the contestants from the gathering day, making their area particularly notable in the spacious Martial Arts Arena.
