Somewhere in Fushan Square.
Yuwen Mingjue stood amidst the bustling crowd, his ears filled with the rising and falling murmur of discussions. Without exception, they all revolved around the impending duel between Lu Shaohua and Yang Jing on the arena stage.
"Yang Jing is seriously incredible! He's cut through all his opponents, and even Su Muyuan lost to him. He's definitely the biggest dark horse of this year's Fushan Grand Competition!"
"That may be true, but Lu Shaohua is, after all, a prodigy ranked third on the Hidden Dragon List. He's been famous for years, and his strength is unfathomable. It won't be easy for Yang Jing to win."
"I still think Lu Shaohua will win. His foundation is just on another level. Yang Jing rose too quickly; his fundamentals can't possibly be as solid as Lu Shaohua's."
All sorts of opinions intermingled. Some openly praised Yang Jing, while others were certain Lu Shaohua would be the one left standing.
