In the arena, two young men stood facing each other.
One had a jade-like face and a tall figure, while the other had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a sturdy build.
Li Da's expression was emotionless and stern, while Wang Ruoyu clenched his fists, pursed his lips tightly, and his face was full of anger and stubbornness.
The support and encouragement each received were starkly different.
Many junior cultivators shouted loudly, "Go, Senior Brother Li!"
"Supporting Senior Brother Li!"
Quite a few young female cultivators waved their ribbons, which had "Senior Brother Li Da, may your martial fortune be prosperous!" written on them.
Faced with such enthusiasm, Li Da cupped his hands in salute towards the panel of judges and the elders, and waved to his junior brothers and sisters. Some junior sisters blushed, and some even screamed.
On the other hand, Wang Ruoyu's side was cold and deserted, with no one cheering for him or waving ribbons.
