The two figures who emerged from the woods were Zhaang Yuhu and Zhaang Dahong. It was Zhaang Dahong who had just been mocking Zhaang Yang.
Looking at Zhaang Dahong, Zhaang Yang said in a cold voice, "Zhaang Dahong, don't celebrate too soon. You're also here to challenge Zhaang Ye, right? In a moment, your fate won't be much better than mine."
Hearing Zhaang Yang's retort, Zhaang Dahong laughed heartily. "I am here to challenge Zhaang Ye. But don't you worry, my fate will be nothing like yours. Zhaang Yang, you're supposed to be one of the clan's specially trained disciples, but you couldn't even take a single move from Zhaang Ye? You've completely disgraced the reputation of all specially trained disciples."
