While Chen Heng, his daughter, and Wei Qingnian were hurrying to Jiangzhou, the Martial Arts Tournament began on the completely sealed-off Yanjing Ridge. However, in the two days leading up to the main event, neither Qin Fan, Lai Zhuge, nor Ye Jizu had appeared at the venue. After all, these initial rounds were not high-level enough to attract their attention.
Day turned to night. Fists and feet were merciless, and Dark Energy knew no pity. Some died, others were injured—all proceeded as expected on Yanjing Ridge.
「The third day.」
It was the final day of the Martial Arts Tournament. Unlike the clear, sunny weather of the days prior, the sky above Yanjing Ridge was now blanketed in dark clouds. An oppressive tension, like a storm about to break, saturated the air.
THUD, THUD, THUD—!
