Competition

"Yeah, do it, Hu Long! This is the last one!"

"You better not make me look bad, out there!"

"Go, Brother Hu Long! Beat his ass!"

In a large, circular amphitheater, Ryker, Lilliana, and Cui Feng cheered loudly, drawing strange looks from the nearby spectators. Today was the day of the Inner Disciple Competitions, and what felt like the entire sect had shown up to watch the proceedings, either packed together in the surrounding stands or observing from on high with the help of flying artifacts.

Down in the arena, Hu Long grimaced as he diverted a well-timed slash from his opponent with his bracers, cheered on by the shouts of his friends in the crowd. Just where was Cui Feng learning this kind of language from?

Of course, that was a rhetorical question. He knew exactly who the two culprits were…