Indeed, the Great Elder announced: "This square is spacious, and normally many disciples compete in magical techniques here. The two young men may compete here, stopping at a suitable point."
"Great Elder, I have a comment, I wonder if it's appropriate to say?" The middle-aged man who had just flattered the Great Elder interjected.
"Speak frankly, no need for formalities," the Great Elder replied solemnly.
The middle-aged man glanced at Lin Tian, then said: "As the saying goes, 'There's no first in literature, no second in martial arts.' It's difficult to stop at a suitable point in martial arts contests. If you're going to compete, you must determine who's superior."
"Oh? This could lead to injuries, but Lin Tian is a guest of the Zhang Family, and it's not good if he gets hurt. This matter must be agreed upon by both parties involved in the competition." The Great Elder seemed very fair, seeking opinions from Lin Tian and Zhang Zhicheng.
