บท 68: A Soaked Garb Isn't Afraid Of A Spring Rain

"Is that Nie Yunxin?" Xu Zhong rubbed his head as he muttered to himself.

Although he wasn't a member of this elite class, even he had heard of the reputation behind that name.

This was the number one martialist among the youngest generation of the eight armies!

That meant that he was the equivalent of the Newcomer King of the Newcomer Kings of all eight armies. Although Xu Zhong was superior compared to Nie Yunxin, he feared that Luo Yunyang would really be defeated this time around.

Just as Xu Zhong started feeling vexed, he suddenly heard a soft gasp next to him. As soon as he heard it, he saw Nie Yunxin soar in the air. When he blinked, he saw a black dot flash by extremely fast.

It only took a few bounces for it to reach the one-third mark of the five-kilometer bridge.

Then, the black dot stopped. Xu Zhong suddenly saw what the black dot really was.

How was this possible?