Outside the enclosure.
Liu Maolin's fists clenched violently, and a stifled cry escaped his throat.
He watched Yang Jing's back as he descended from the ring, and couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath.
The ferocity of that final punch, combined with the agility of the Raging Wave Kicks, had been perfectly clear to him.
"He won… He really won!" Liu Maolin muttered to himself.
He had previously given Yang Jing the records for the Drill Ground Trials from past years. Those records showed the number of passing slots. For the last ten years, there had usually been five slots. A few times there were six, and only once had there been just four.
In other words, Yang Jing was now temporarily ranked sixth, which meant he was on the very threshold of making the list!
The realization made Liu Maolin's heart suddenly race.
