After cheering, Zhang Dingyun finally began to process his inner shock— wasn't Pei Ye just at the Third Level?
"...I should prepare a fan for him to autograph." The fat boy murmured to himself, watching the young man in the arena, not forgetting to glare at Fang Jidao next to him. "That would be more impressive than being friends with you!"
In the arena, another Five-Level martial artist from Qi Jiao stepped forward, the last one from their group. The literati leaned over the railing, watching with unwavering gaze.
The new Five-Level man, in his thirties, was also dressed like a scholar, wearing a long robe, a crown, and a longsword around his waist— he was not a talent cultivated by Qi Jiao, but a hired assassin from a neighboring state.