Morning.
Lee Mengxi and others had nothing to do this morning, so they went straight to the square where the arena challenge was held after breakfast.
It was bustling with more activity than the first few days.
Even before the matches started, someone had already stepped onto the stage to fight.
"Mr. Zhao, you will definitely succeed!"
Arriving at the sixth arena, Lee Wensi said confidently.
"Look quickly, that monk has come again."
"Eh, it seems he doesn't want to get on the second arena." Lee Mengxi pointed at the distant Monk Puxuan, speaking with some surprise.
Monk Puxuan did not enter the square but stood on the side, silently reciting scriptures with a kindly expression.
"His aim isn't to accept others' challenges and earn the title of a hundred victories. He wants to break other Martial Artists' winning streaks, preventing them from winning the Great Power Vajra Fist from the Buddhist sect."
Lin Zheyu glanced at Monk Puxuan and said indifferently.
