Hearing the Main Peak Steward's announcement, Yang Jing and Zhang Han stepped forward almost in unison, making their way toward the Cyan Qilin Platform.
Their footsteps were steady and powerful as they fell upon the cyan flagstones.
Halfway there, they both looked up at the same time. Their gazes met mid-air, and though no words were exchanged, it was as if sparks flew. An invisible battle intent began to quietly permeate the air.
As the two ascended the Cyan Qilin Platform, the disciples watching from below immediately erupted into a clamor, with waves of cheers surging one after another.
"Go, Senior Brother Zhang! Beat him!"
"Senior Brother Zhang Han is a veteran of five Cyan Qilin Battles. This newcomer is definitely no match for him!"
"Senior Brother Zhang's Peak-Splitting Fist is incredibly powerful. This round is in the bag!"
