That’s because everyone could already foresee that the duelling would become increasingly more intense, and thus, become increasingly cruel and bloody.
It was under this slightly morose and uncomfortable atmosphere, that the duelling phase’s last 16 arose; closely following, were the fourth round’s matches.
What no one could have imagined, was that Zhe Xiu would immediately, once again enter the stage and that his opponent would be another young expert from Li Shan Sword Sect, Qi Jian.
Facing two strong opponents in a row, with no time for resting in between matches, though this was the result of lot drawing, it was still rather unfair.
Were it to be a normal examinee, they would perhaps request the examiner for some time to rest, but Zhe Xiu continued to remain silent, his expression indifferent as he entered the Tower of Purging Dust.
Inside the tower, it was very quiet, the battle was already over, Zhe Xiu looked at the sand covered ground before him, feeling as if he had returned to his homeland in the midst of summer.
Beyond Lu Ming (Deer Cry) Hill, there was a river; soybeans and sorghum were planted there, without hunting, it was still possible to fill one’s stomach, but no matter how fragrant roasted sorghum was, it still couldn’t compare to the scent of meat.
I am a wolf that has come from the North.
A wolf treks miles for meat; this is a principle of nature itself.
Though you are but a child, as long as you’re an opponent, I obviously will not hold back; therefore, why are you this angry?
He looked opposite himself, his expressionless face showing emotion for the first time; it was a hard to describe emotion, acutely strange.
Qi Jian stood opposite, his dark hair dispersed during the battle, draping over his shoulders, making him appear even more frail and weak.
Ci Jian Temple’s Ye Xiao Lian, Orthodox Academy’s Xuan Yuan Po, and himself, they were the three youngest participants in this year’s Grand Examination.