The night passed...
On the day of the final battle, a red sun slowly rose into a clear, cloudless sky.
The contingents from Xiuzhao, Great Yue, and Wuche arrived early at the training ground for the final battle. Wuzhu and Weizi also showed up a short while later.
Everyone was talking about the same thing: today's final battle.
The Sect Leader and elders of the Flame Sect didn't look too happy. Their own sect's performance had been mediocre, yet Zhao Lin and Basang were meeting in the finals. When they considered the fighters' ages, they were filled with an indescribable feeling.
In the stands with Wuzhu, a burly, bearded man said casually, "It's a shame there are no gambling dens in these mountains. Otherwise, I'd love to place a few bets for fun."
The pale-faced man next to him turned his head, intrigued. "Ba Yan, if you could bet, who would you put your money on?"
The bearded man replied without hesitation, "Zhao Lin."
