On the arena, young Jiang Yuan stood quietly, the pride of a warrior sheathing his sword showing between his eyebrows.
Showing his sharp edge at a young age, he finally made a name for himself in public.
Once, Jiang Yuan struggled at the bottom of the Pingjiang City Black Market, but now, he stood on this most eye-catching stage, radiating with brilliance, impossible to ignore.
Someday, this place would become the legendary starting point in the storytellers' tales, passed down through generations, enduring forever.
"Mo Xiaodeng... actually lost... Who... who exactly is he?"
"His strength is even above Mo Xiaodeng? Why haven't we heard of him before?"
"Absolute suppression, and he wasn't even trying his hardest!?"
In the training ground, the atmosphere boiled over, and the talented youngsters were all moved. The original gloat on their faces vanished, replaced by deep jealousy and awe.