"At most, you can fight two? You really don't take the Five Tigers of Shuizhou seriously..." Wei Hong muttered softly.
During the morning class, Zhou Leng glanced at his Demonized Watch.
A message from Xue Chengsong.
"Tian Wenhua has invited a sophomore from West Sea Martial Arts Academy, at the early stage of Blood Transport. You need to be careful."
"A sophomore still at the early stage of Blood Transport?"
"A gambler-student, they want to make money through gambling and related combat, pushing themselves hard with Qi and blood, but crazily refining their body. They can't compete for too many resources, so they resort to this."
"Each has their own way."
"Typically, such students can withstand a mid-stage Blood Transport without issue and even have a chance to win. I checked, that person made it to the top two hundred on last year's freshman chart. Later, they suppressed their Qi and blood and fell behind, a true young prodigy."
