The competition was in full swing. At some point, a figure in a gray robe appeared silently at the highest point in the Central Hall.
Among those present, only Yan Nanxing and Ancient Sword Peak noticed.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Yan Nanxing's eyes immediately filled with respect. He wanted to rise but was stopped by the gaze of the figure in the gray robe.
The lips of the figure moved slightly, and a few whispered words entered Yan Nanxing's ears. The space rippled, and the figure in the gray robe disappeared completely, as if it had never been there.
Yan Nanxing looked deeply at Chu Ming.
As noon approached, the final match began, the fight for first place was imminent.
Chu Ming and Mo Ling stood on opposite sides of the arena, locking eyes. An invisible conflict arose between them.
"Finally, the last match. Who would have thought Brother Chu would be competing with Brother Mo for first place?"
