The next morning, the area around the fountain in the college park was filled with people. Members of the school's small Martial Arts were all gathered here, waiting to watch the peak duel between Tang Ming and Dong Changxing.
Dong Changxing sat right in front of the fountain, meditating with his eyes closed like an old monk. Yang Jin and the other four, along with Han Shan, stood not far away.
"It's almost eleven, why hasn't Tang Ming arrived yet?"
Tie Longzhan tore at his clothes and grumbled discontentedly.
"Could it be that he's not coming?"
Yang Chen frowned and glanced behind him, "Or did he see how many of us there are and decide to back out at the last minute?"
"With how we look right now, it doesn't seem like a negotiation. It feels more like a setup for a fight. I guess Tang Ming got intimidated for real."
Yang Jin looked around at the small Martial Arts members, easily over a hundred people, entirely like they were ready for a gang fight.
