"Senior Brother Fang is heading to Dueling Platform Number Three. Let's hurry over."
"Okay."
Fang Yun, who was quite famous, always attracted a large number of Outer Sect disciples whenever he engaged in a friendly spar.
Among these Inner and Outer Sect disciples, the proportion of those who came just to watch Fang Yun's spars was growing ever larger.
After the two ascended the Dueling Platform.
Lu Zefeng took his position, unwrapped the cloth covering his right hand, and rolled up his sleeve.
His right arm was thus exposed for all to see.
"Whoa! What's going on?"
"What happened to Senior Brother Lu's arm?"
"I've seen plenty of things like that on the bodies of some of those Evil Demons and Crooked Paths."
Lu Zefeng's action, revealing a withered and purplish-black right arm, instantly drew the gazes of the Inner and Outer Sect disciples below the Dueling Platform.
