"Mid-stage Inner Strength!" Wang Wei and Du Yuan's faces grew increasingly ugly. They were well aware of what mid-stage Inner Strength represented. In Sha City, the director of the Heavenly Origin Martial Arts Hall was the strongest martial artist in the city, merely in the late stage of Inner Strength. But now, Daoist Qingfengzi actually claimed that Zhou Shaochen was a mid-stage Inner Strength powerhouse. How could they not be astonished?
At this moment, Zhou Shaochen seemed like an insurmountable wall standing before them, oppressing them so much that they struggled to breathe, forcing them to lower their heads, feeling that they could never overcome this barrier in their lifetime.
"Alright! Now all ten matches have ended. Everyone rest for half an hour. After half an hour, we will start the top-five competition. The victor will become a destined disciple of our Maoshan!"
Daoist Qingfengzi announced, and anticipation grew among the crowd.
