บท 117: Giving Up!

"Why isn't there a single person here?" 

Qin Huai slowly advanced and realized that something was wrong. After Cai Jiulou had admitted defeat, he had not met anyone else.

He changed his route and walked toward the center of the tiger head slope.

It could be said that the people participating in the grand martial competition had a tacit understanding in their hearts.

Right in the middle of the slope was where the decisive battle would take place.

Qin Huai stepped on the snow and leisurely crossed three miles. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

"What a coincidence." The young man, Xing Bufan, who was wrapped like a brown bear, jogged with his toad-like steps and greeted Qin Huai with a smile.

Qin Huai saw that it was the young man who had followed the Three Tassels Spear Dojo's master earlier. He was the second place on the eight martial roll, Xing Bufan.

'This kid's face looks even younger than my own.'