The gigantic gate embedded in the mountain wall stood majestic and imposing.
Directly in front of the ink-black gate stretched a vast, open expanse of jungle, sparsely dotted with trees. Deep, crisscrossing ravines scarred the ground—clear relics of battles fought years ago.
Countless martial prodigies had gathered here from every corner.
The scene was intensely noisy, filled with a chaotic chorus of debate and discussion.
At this moment—
The dim golden rays of the setting sun illuminated the massive gate. Some of the light was absorbed by its ink-black surface, while the rest spilled across the surrounding landscape.
It shone on General Meng's brown battle armor.
And it also fell on Li Gang, the First Coiled Dragon.
In truth, Li Gang had already been in the Martial Lord Realm for a full year. He was thoroughly versed in its mysteries and could wield Unity-tier techniques with ease.
Therefore—
In Li Gang’s eyes, the Prodigy seat was already his by destiny.
The other eleven Coiled Dragons, in his view, were not even worthy to face him for a single union. To secure the Prodigy seat, he had deliberately pushed himself to advance early to Martial Lord, aiming for the honor of the Prodigy title.
Great fame can destroy a person—or forge them into greatness.
Li Gang believed that earning the Prodigy name would grant him unmatched confidence and drive. The subjective spirit can shape objective reality—this was no idle claim.
“Hmph.”
“This is the second round—the campaign phase.” Li Gang stood in his dark-gold robe, arms folded. “According to General Meng’s announcement, all martial prodigies present will be gathered, and fifteen Commanders will be chosen to lead the assault on the Demon lair a hundred li away.”
“But how are the Commanders to be chosen?”
Li Gang’s striking features and the nine clawing dragons embroidered on his dark-gold robe only heightened his fearsome presence.
He pondered for a moment.
He glanced at Chloe Ling, her head tilted, then looked toward Andrew Han’s calm face. A trace of lingering apology flickered in his eyes.
I'm truly sorry.
Although we have no personal grudge, the entanglements from the previous generation have doomed you to a tragic fate.
The apology in his gaze caught Andrew Han's attention.
Even if we only consider Inspiration, not even General Meng, the strongest Martial Lord here, can compare to Andrew Han.
Li Gang?
Andrew Han frowned, his gaze piercing the chilly air and meeting Li Gang’s across the shoulders of a hundred people: "I don’t even know him. Why do I see genuine apology in Li Gang’s eyes?"
What a headache. He must be crazy.
Disciples raised by martial sects all have distinctive personalities, as if crafted with unique skill, each pursuing higher personal ideals.
But this is a bit much!
There’s already Chloe Ling, who will shamelessly sell cuteness at any cost. Now another has appeared—Li Gang, who feels guilty for no reason, and he’s the First Coiled Dragon.
Sigh.
Faced with all this, Andrew Han felt a bit weary.
Li Gang, standing in the distance, had no idea that Andrew Han had already classified him as someone with a mental problem.
After a while.
Hmm.
"I wonder how thick this massive gate is." Andrew Han gazed at the grand, awe-inspiring gate from afar.
Based on visual estimation, the ink-black gate embedded in the mountain wall was about fifty meters tall, but its thickness was impossible to measure.
They had just arrived at the gate.
If I’m not mistaken.
The second round of battle will begin at the gate base, then launch a full assault on the Demon lair.