Jiang Chen had almost forgotten about the letter of challenge, but the people of the Sacred City hadn't. Instead, they had kept it in mind and had been looking forward to this day.
The day of the fight finally came.
Zhuang Tian hadn't come alone. A group of people followed him into the Sacred Institute.
The attraction of this fight was Jiang Chen's identity.
A short-term disciple of the Sacred Institute had insulted Zhuang Fan from the Zhuangs and almost gotten him killed. This news had been reported by the Sacred City's newspaper. Although it was only published in a corner on the second page, it had attracted many people's attention.
This day was when the fight would happen. Many nosy people, as well as Zhuang Tian's family and friends, had come to support him.
"Zhuang Tian, let's make it clear before the fight. Even if you win, it doesn't mean you've defeated a disciple of the Sacred Institute. Jiang Chen is only a short-term disciple."