Zhao Ci made a welcoming gesture. "Tonight is not about judging heroes by wins and losses. This Prince is more interested in promising talent, so I ask you all to please do your best. We are here to make friends through martial arts, so know when to stop. If you run low on stamina, you may leave the stage. You are welcome to return after you have recovered. Now, which two friends dare to be the first?"
The hall fell silent for a moment.
Soon, two people leaped onto the platform.
"I'll go!"
"I'll go!"
Regardless of whether they wanted to enter the Tenth Prince's Mansion or the Ninth Prince's Mansion, they first had to prove their worth.
Zhao Ci took his seat and leisurely sipped his tea. He showed no intention of engaging with Zhao Yong any further, his eyes fixed intently on the two fighters clashing on the Martial Arts Arena.
