Two hours had already passed since the third round of the main tournament began.
The time felt even longer just sitting there. However.
“Waaaah—!!”
The surroundings were still filled with fervent heat.
Boom-! Thud thud-!
“Hwaaat!”
A fierce storm of qi raging like a typhoon.
Intense shouts and the sounds of blades scattering.
Even as the color of the sky was gradually changing, the momentum remained unchanged.
“Wind Wave Fist…. I’ve only heard rumors, but he truly is an intense martial artist.”
“…I’d like to spar with him someday.”
“The Mirror Line Sword would certainly heat things up.”
People collecting information as if admiring the martial artists’ spars.
Perhaps because everyone around had participated in the martial tournament, their discerning eyes were exceptional.
Moreover, making it to the third round of the main tournament meant they were considerable powerhouses, so just watching this would lead to enlightenment.
That was why the martial artists hadn’t lost their enthusiasm despite sitting for a long time.
It was also why the spectators cheered tirelessly, being able to watch the spars of such masters.
Of course.
‘Boring.’
From my perspective, it was just a tedious schedule.
The reason being.
‘The gaps are too mismatched.’
First off, the realms of the matched opponents were too uneven.
Having watched for two hours, there were a few Hwakyung martial artists, but the ones they faced were unusually weak.
Perhaps sensing the difference in realms, there wasn’t much desperation felt.
Rather, meeting a strong opponent made one feel like learning even one more thing.
‘What kind of instructional spar is this?’
It’s not fun.
No killing intent, no desperation or misery felt.
Naturally, since it’s a spar, this seems right, but….
‘Somehow, it feels dull.’
Watching that just makes…