“Mr. Elder, does that mean anyone, regardless of whether they have won or lost will get a bamboo stick?”

Someone brought up another question and Old Man Ying continued to explain it, “Yes, anyone who participates in the arena will have the opportunity to receive a bamboo stick. Usually the winning party will be taken on as a guard, as for the losing party, if we don’t have enough headcount, we will recruit from that pool as well. Of course, it is not just about the headcount, if there are a lot of you who has good potential, win or lose, we will take all. Is that understood?”

The number of attendees did not disappoint Cheng Xiao Xiao. Little Yuteng chattered away next to her, “Young Mistress, guye, there were indeed some martial kings among the attendees. Do you think they will really sign up to the competition?”

Martial kings were already considered master level on this normally they didn’t come by very often, but now, not only were there some of them here, and there were more than just 1 or 2 of them!

“Yes, guye, these cultivators went berserk after they heard our announcement. The alterations had already escalated into fighting. And, not only that, the events have turned fatal. In the last two hours, a few had already been killed,” said Zhang Shuiji with a bitter look on him.

It was obvious that this Mr. Zhang, sitting in front of them, was not apt to handle these cultivators. He had no other options than to come and seek help from his employers.