"Everyone, move to the sides." Many martial artists were spontaneously clearing the field.
In an instant, as Uncle Ling and Master Li stepped into the center, nearly two hundred martial artists spread out on their own.
"Master Li, last time I conceded half a move to you." Uncle Ling stood in the center, looking at Master Li who was five meters away, "Today, it might be different."
"Master Ling's martial arts are superior to mine." Master Li was about ten years younger than Uncle Ling, "I won only because of my youth and slightly stronger physical power."
"Such grace from both Grandmasters!"
"This is true humility!"
The people around and in the stands exclaimed, even more eager for the 'old versus new generation' stunning duel.
But at this moment.
The entire sports hall was so silent you could hear a pin drop.
"Rogue, Zhang Feng."
A voice at the entrance caught the attention of a small group at the door.
