"Oh, they are actually up against Shaolin Warrior Monks," said the Duke from the attic, his interest clearly piqued as he looked down at the group on the field. "This is going to be a good show."
The Duke hadn't been particularly interested in any of the academies, but how could he not be when he had lost face at the gate of Tianqiong Academy? Nothing pleased him more than seeing that kid take a beating.
For now, the Duke put aside thoughts of the sovereign's intentions, waved his hand to call over a servant, and ordered fruits and refreshments to be brought up; he wanted to watch the Buddhist Monks beat up that kid!
The four fighting Shaolin Warrior Monks who entered the field looked as fierce as if they were carved out of stone, each with a distinct number of scars on their heads – one scar, two scars, three scars, and the most formidable monk bore six scars.
"Don't you think these monks look a bit scary?" Mu Chuan whispered to Gu Jiao beside him.