“Hm? It’s him!” The white-bearded main judge’s eyes lit up.
He was the main judge of the outer disciples contest and had seen Zhao Feng dominate it.
Hearing the judge’s words, Zhao Feng shook his head helplessly. He wasn’t very interested since there were only two to three people who were his match. But Zhao Feng was still interested by the rewards. If one reached the top three, they could could go to the Martial Arts Library and choose a peak ranked skill.
“Wait.” The voice came from the main judge.
“Main judge? What do you mean… ?” The judge that was organising felt doubtful.