Tavern, a table by the window.
"Time flies, it's been almost two months since the pre-selection ended, and I barely have the courage to participate in the selection competition. I might as well just quit," a resolute, tall man suddenly uttered these discouraging words.
"Xing Fang, do you believe what you're saying?" Cui Jian, sitting opposite, snorted coldly.
"Hehe, but actually what I'm saying is the truth. Did you ever think I, a non-Talented Martial Artist, could make it this far? A while ago, I felt less like a participant and more like someone just getting beaten unilaterally."
Upon hearing this, Cui Jian fell silent.
The pre-selection competition two months ago was unusually intense. The two of them broke through from the Three Cities Training Camp full of confidence, intending to showcase their ambitions, after all, not every opponent was a monster like Su Mu or Tantai Yan.
