There weren't many people around; it was rather quiet. At this time, almost all the Disciples were gathered around Senior Brother Jiang Taixuan, spectating.
Within the Sect, whether it was a Duel with magic, a comparison of swordsmanship, or a demonstration of Abnormal Skills and Secret Techniques, spars were always carried out with restraint.
Thinking to this point, Zhong Feng looked at Wang Mu with a trace of excitement in his eyes. When they first met, he had experienced the frustration of having his most proficient art of Archery overwhelmingly crushed by the latter. That display of Archery had even made him feel that he would struggle to reach such a level even with another decade of practice. Especially after discovering Wang Mu was merely an ordinary person... he had made him his target.
