At dawn, the morning sun began to rise.
No matter how many speculations and guesses were buzzing among the crowds, the Golden Autumn Martial Arts Competition remained the primary focus of these four days in Bowang City. No matter how much Qi Zhaohua and Cui Yu worried, they couldn't prevent Shang Huaitong from stepping onto the stage. And any purpose that Shang Huaitong ardently pursued would ultimately have to be achieved through the competition, with his sword in hand.
As the morning mist gradually disperses, the air above the martial arts field becomes crystal clear, and the spectators on both sides could clearly see the expressions on each other's faces.
This was the second day of the Golden Autumn Martial Competition. While the main stage had not yet started, it was already nearly full, and far from boring--the matches for defeated contenders had already begun.