Zhao Ya glanced at Hu Jing. Hu Jing took a step forward. "Master, I'll take the first match!"
Hu Jing walked into the center of the arena, and the disciples from both sides instantly erupted in a deafening roar.
A cold sneer appeared on Qiao Qian's lips. 'Thunderlight Hall is still too naive. Why would you send out your strongest fighter in the first match? A strong start is important, but victory is what matters most. Dill is their number two expert; Hu Jing might not even be able to win.'
Both were Technique Cultivators, and female ones at that, appearing exceptionally calm. But at the command to begin, Dill immediately launched a stern assault, sending a stream of Fire Talismans floating toward Hu Jing.
Hu Jing didn't dodge. She unleashed her own Fire Talismans in a direct confrontation. It was a contest of power and frequency. When Technique Cultivators fought, there were no fancy tricks—it all came down to fundamentals. The stronger one would simply prevail.
