As Steward Xue finished announcing the latest rankings and turned to step down from the arena, Fushan Square immediately erupted with noise again.
The disciples from the various peaks began to disperse in groups, the crowd's chatter rising and falling as they mostly discussed the day's exciting matches.
Among the most frequently mentioned was the match between Yang Jing and Ma Guoliang, which had been full of twists and turns.
Ma Guoliang's face was still a little pale, and he had wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He carried his large, jet-black spear, his steps steady as he walked toward Fen Yang Peak.
Chang Xiaoyu followed closely by his side, occasionally glancing up to study his expression, afraid that he would brood over his defeat.
