The Faint Mist Sect’s number of disciples were over a thousand people many years ago and based on the current Sect Leader’s way of doing things, it was thought that their numbers would becomes less and less, keeping only the outstanding elites.
“Rong Yi, are the Crimson Land’s Eight Demons not coming anymore? The Si hour is almost over and it will be midday soon.”
The person who said that was the twentieth ranked Jin Ze Hao. He was the son of an Elder among the sect’s twelve elders and although his father did not exactly see eye to eye with Rong Yi, he was on rather close terms with Rong Yi.
Jin Ze Hao’s personality was generous and jovial and he had always felt that although Rong Yi was behind him in their rankings, the young man was too deep for him to fathom. He thought that Rong Yi had a very quick mind and was smarter than a lot of people, hence he always looked up to Rong Yi so much that it bordered almost to the point of blind worship.
Rong Yi had been standing at the perimeter of the arena, his gaze surveying the surroundings. Being interrupted like that, he knitted up his brows and said in a deep voice: “Don’t let down your guard. Maybe when we were all not paying attention, the Crimson Land’s Eight Demons had already slipped themselves among the crowd.”
Jin Ze Hao blinked his eyes in surprise. “Would they really do that? Isn’t it said that the Crimson Land’s Eight Demons are highly arrogant in their ways? Why would they remain quiet and not make a sound if they are already here?”
“Those people have always been highly unpredictable and unorthodox. Maybe they are secretly observing the trials to see if there is any trickery.” Rong Yi replied softly.
Jin Ze Hao nodded his head in understanding and replied: “Rong Yi, I think that is highly possible as your predictions are seldom wrong.” Those words just showed his unconditional and implicit trust in the young man!
The initially bustling crowd had unknowingly lessened by quite a lot with the eliminated Faint Mist Sect disciples removed. Besides the top twenty, there were less than thirty inner disciples among the top hundred remaining and the number of outer disciples was only about a hundred.
There was quite a great number of spectating pugilists in the crowd and there was no lack of skilled experts among them. Most of them were here merely seeking to watch the fun despite the trouble it took to come here and if all their disciples were to fall here today, the reputation of the Faint Mist Sect would take a severe beating.
Those people who had originally come here filled with eager anticipation were now finding it rather boring to watch, with some of them even starting to doubt whether this was truly the strength of the top sect throughout the lands as they seemed to be just children playing house!
Seated right up front, the faces of the Elders were emotionless. As most of the people in the previous matches were ones with average talents and they had remained in the Faint Mist Sect for far too long, deemed to be unqualified to continue to be part of the sect. Hence, even with so many of them eliminated, none of the Elders had shown much in the way of a reaction.
Until the matches for the inner sect disciples began. Jin Ze Hao was the first person drawn to go up onto the arena stage, and unfortunately, his opponent turned out to be Lian Shao Jie who was a good number of ranks above him.
