Since it's intuition, Yang Mingcheng won't pay too much attention. They are spectators, just here to enjoy the show tonight.
The first to step forward from the Han family to face Zhao Jianfeng was Han Baitong's eldest son, Han Yu.
He was a young man, not even twenty years old, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a dignified appearance.
Today, he was the first to battle, facing Zhao Jianfeng from the Zhao Family.
The courtyard was large enough for both of them to demonstrate their skills.
With the contestants decided, Zhao Yikun made the final statement: "Since it's a sparring match, let's keep it to that. Likewise, since it's a contest between the younger generation, we older folks shouldn't interfere. What does Elder Han think of this?"
"Naturally, no problem." Han Shi'an replied in a stiff manner, eager to see what capabilities the Zhao Family had to act so presumptuously.
