Below the arena, Yang Jing stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the other disciples from Lingxi Peak, silently waiting for the finals to begin.
Sunlight spilled onto his shoulders, making his black martial attire seem even more vivid. He stood tall and straight like a sturdy pine, exuding an air of calm composure.
However, Fang He, Yan Chenglong, Lin Ziheng, and the others beside him were nowhere near as calm. They huddled together, speaking in low voices filled with unconcealable nervousness, excitement, and a hint of apprehension.
"Do you think Senior Brother Yang can win this time? Chu Yunhai is number one on the Hidden Dragon List!" Zhao Xuexiang's voice trembled as he spoke, his fists clenched.
Lin Ziheng's brow was furrowed. "It's hard to say," he mused, "but you've seen Senior Brother Yang's strength for yourself. Maybe he can pull off a miracle!"
