The competition on the stadium's soccer field was already underway.
Eleven Ancient Martial Families and sects had gathered here, creating a scene reminiscent of the grand martial arts conventions from television dramas. They used these contests to prove their strength, earn face, gain status, and increase their influence within the circle.
Of course, today's competition was primarily for the coveted position of leader of the Jin Ye City Ancient Martial Circle.
"Sect Leader Song, it's already eleven in the morning. Where is this Ye Xiu you invited?" a gray-haired old man on the judge's platform mocked. "You boasted to the high heavens, but it turns out Ye Xiu won't even give you the time of day."
The taunt infuriated Song Penghui. "If I said I could invite him, then I can! Ye Xiu is just putting on airs with me. Just wait until he arrives and see how I deal with him."
