The old man looked at Marshall Morgan with a hopeful expression.
Marshall Morgan was young, but his understanding of Martial Arts was astonishingly high. He had just given a few pointers to a big man, which allowed the opponent's martial technique to break through. This ignited a fire in the old man's heart.
"Damn, Forrest Hunt, that old fox, is too cunning, he managed to seize the opportunity first. Damn it, none of you should snatch this from me, it's my turn to challenge in the next match."
"Your turn? On what basis? Young Master Skylark uses a long spear, so do I. It's time for me to take the stage in the next match."
"It's my turn!"
On the stands, several experts from the Great Martial Master Sixth Realm were fighting to compete.
The others were dumbfounded.
These people were desperately trying to challenge Marshall Morgan, not because he was weak, but because he was too strong. Such circumstances were unheard of.
Marshall Morgan himself was a bit bewildered.
