บท 1777: Liu Ming's Strength

Soon, the first match began.

The arena of the competition was a huge bluestone arena. Above the arena, there was a semi-circular light screen.

At this moment, the two participants had already walked onto the stage.

"Liu Ming of the Heavenly Wood Family!" the burly elder shouted, "Jin Han of the Black Gold Family! Let the competition begin!"

Countless members of the audience burst into excited shouts at this moment.

"Jin Han, kill this little b*stard from the Mystic Moon Sect!"

"It's the number one genius of the Black Gold Family, Jin Han! That disciple of the Mystic Moon Sect is as good as dead!"

"These disciples of the Mystic Moon Sect are all trash!"

Ye Chen furrowed his brows, feeling a little angry. After all, he was also a disciple of the Mystic Moon Sect.

His eyes flickered as he thought to himself, 'Alright, I'll trample all of your so-called geniuses under my feet and make all of you shut up!'