Outside the railings in front of the third arena.
In the spectator area.
Sun Yong sat upright in a large chair, a cattail-leaf fan swaying gently in his hand. An undeniable sparkle shone in his eyes.
Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, falling upon him and making his usual dark blue Martial Artist uniform appear a bit more respectable.
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
Lin Yue was at the third arena.
Yang Jing was at the seventh.
And Xu Hong was at the eighth.
Three arenas, three disciples from his Sun's Martial Arts Hall, had all made it to the final match for first place.
As the thought crossed Sun Yong's mind, he couldn't help but straighten his back, his posture becoming much more proper than before.
In past tournament trials, Xu Hong was often the only disciple from Sun's Martial Arts Hall to make it to the end. Just being able to compete for a top spot was a blessing.
