Night had already fallen.
Looking at the flare in the distant sky, brighter than the moon, the seven-member team from Chu State Military Martial Arts Academy had different thoughts.
"We only started a few hours ago, and already some Academies have given up." Zhou Weiya thought of the afternoon's situation, still feeling a lingering apprehension.
If it weren't for Wang Zhan's intervention, their team might have ended up the same way.
The intensity of this Federal Martial Arts Tournament was indeed much greater than previous ones. It tasked a group of Martial Artists, who weren't even Warriors, to confront soldier-level beasts, and in a ghastly place like Oceania, no less.
The difficulty was too high.
"I wonder which Martial Arts Academy it is. I estimate that after they return, their dean will be infuriated to death," Huang Pufeng said, taking some pleasure in their misfortune.
Wang Zhan glanced at him but said nothing.
