Yang Ruxin and Shadow Three Shangguan Fei both sighed in relief.
The next victor was a man named Dou Hu, only slightly taller than Yang Ruxin, with fidgety mung bean triangular eyes, and a pair of upward-curved mustache, looking sleazy no matter how you looked at him.
Yang Ruxin glanced at the other three winners, thinking that Miss Wan wouldn't choose this man unless she were blind.
Then, it was her turn to perform, she was number five, the last one.
Her opponent, number nine, was a bulky man, probably about 1.9 meters tall, his thighs alone were thicker than hers, but he too jumped onto the stage with ease, showing his impressive qinggong skills.
Yang Ruxin still climbed the wooden ladder to get up, and when she stood in front of him, she only reached his chest. The guy was even taller than Gu Qingheng, with dark skin, eyes like bells, and he wielded a large cleaver, looking like he belonged with the temple guardians.
Yang Ruxin instantly felt some pressure.