Zhao Lin stood on the stage, not feeling nervous at all. But for the spectators from Great Yue, especially the elders of the Xingyun Sect, their palms were already slick with sweat.
Before the martial assembly began, if someone had told them that two Xingyun Sect disciples would make it into the top sixteen, with one even advancing to the top eight, they would have certainly been satisfied.
But now that the day had come, they couldn't help but hope he would go even further.
Both Zhao Lin and Muheli were tall and powerfully built, with broad shoulders and long legs. Standing on the stage, if not for the different colors of their training uniforms, it would be hard to tell them apart at a glance.
Muheli cupped his fist, then suddenly grinned and said, seemingly out of nowhere, "What a coincidence. This match is Wuzhu against Great Yue, and so is the next one."
