Lord Of Martial Arts

"I don't think we will find them exciting. They are all disciples with grade-six or grade-seven Fate Characters."

Although the upper-rate sects had a lot of influence and resources, they had very few geniuses with genuine talents. Most warriors were only slightly powerful than the disciples of the other sects, and only a smattering of them vastly surpassed the others.

"Actually, there are some powerful disciples out there who are even better than me," Kenneth corrected Darren, much to his surprise.

"Really? Do you mean there are still warriors with grade-eight Fate Characters and two metal meridians among them?"

"Of course. Some of them are just hiding their strength, just like us. Some people don't even need to participate in the competition, and they could reach the top one hundred straightaway. They are formidable warriors, and some even have grade-eight Fate Characters and three metal meridians!" Kenneth divulged excitedly.

Darren's eyebrows shot up when he heard these words. He couldn't believe some of them were so remarkable.

Someone at that realm could easily destroy a middle-rate sect.

"I guess I have underestimated them. How old are these people anyway?" Darren asked, forcing himself to sound casual instead of overly curious.

"All of them are older than me. Three of them are from the upper-rate sects, four of them are from the Yan Clan, and one is from a middle-rate sect. Don't look down on that one though because he isn't weak."

"That's interesting. I didn't think so many outstanding warriors would hide their talents and strength in this contest." Darren looked thoughtful for a moment, and then asked, "What about the roy

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them. However, we have no right to move right now since they didn't provoke us," Darren replied before he chose to stay quiet and drop the sensitive topic.

Meanwhile, in the arena, Lorenzo and Ives Yang were fighting fiercely.

In the span of a few minutes, the two of them had fought for dozens of rounds. Lorenzo attacked with no mercy, as if he wanted to kill his opponent.

On the other hand, Ives Yang kept dodging and mainly defended himself rather than going on the offense.

"Humph! Why is Ives acting like a coward? He doesn't even dare to make a move," the surrounding audience whispered to one another. Of course, Kenneth had already realized Ives wasn't running away. He was actually holding back. He probably didn't dare to reveal his true strength and hurt Lorenzo.

After a few more rounds, Lorenzo finally caught Ives and threw him back, causing the other man to fall off the arena.

Ives acted like he was struggling to stand up. He then bowed to the arena, endured the pain, and shouted, "Mr. Yan, your strength is unfathomable. I concede! You are indeed much stronger than me."

"Ha-ha. You are not weak. On the contrary, I respect you a great deal. I admire you even more now for being wise enough to admit when you have lost. When we have a chance, I'll try to give you some advice on improving your strength."

At this moment, Lorenzo was in a good mood. He strutted around the stage like a proud peacock.

"Thank you." After that, Ives thanked him, bowed towards him again, and then left the stage with a limp.

"What the hell?! Their performance looked so fake! Who would believe that?" Kenneth couldn't help but curse in a low voice.