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The night wind blew gently, bringing with it a trace of cold dew. It was extremely cool.

Third Prince Xiang Ming was standing quietly in a corner of Chixiao Martial School, wearing a goose feather coat, waiting for the battle to start.

He came early, and could even be said to be the first to come here and wait.

No one was more concerned about the Hundred Nation Battlefield Competition than him