Huang Xiaolong moved leisurely, stepping onto the battle stage belonging to the third group.
There were six stages, all launching into battle simultaneously.
Under each stage, there was a respected elder, meticulous in their task of judging the battle.
Huang Xiaolong's opponent was a man whose eyes gleamed sharply. He was roughly three or four years older than Huang Xiaolong and was named 'Ying Lin'.
This man had condensed 42 streams of True Qi within his body, and held a sharp-edged sword in his hand.
"Ha ~~~ You're lucky." Ying Lin glanced at Huang Xiaolong, a sarcastic smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "An easy 2 points for me."
"Erm… it seems you're already certain of your victory over me?" Huang Xiaolong shrugged, nonplussed.
Truth be told, the martial gathering of the Ying family, with its scale and level, was incomparable to the boxing competition in Jiangnan City. The two were as different as night and day!