After the competition began with the thunderous sound of drums, the venue was crowded with people. Everyone eagerly anticipated, and the chatter ceased as they quietly waited; they were disciplined, clearly used to watching such competitions, knowing how to follow orders without affecting the event. Luo Zheng calmly observed the scene in silence. Seeing the burly man already on stage, waving his arms and eliciting enthusiastic cheers from those around, he couldn't help but snort coldly and gave Mountain Eagle a look.
Mountain Eagle nodded in understanding and also stepped forward—no cheers, only silence. He didn't mind, maintaining a calm expression, adjusting his mindset, relaxing all his muscles while waiting. The burly man approached, keeping a five-meter distance, and said in a deep voice, "The competition is divided into literary and martial contests. Which do you choose?"
"What are the literary and martial contests about?" Mountain Eagle asked indifferently.
