C290 Hidden Cultivation

It was high noon, and the sun blazed overhead, the heat more intense than usual.

The crowd at the martial arts competition was thick, bodies pressed close, leaving no room to even wipe away the sweat.

Ma Tianya mopped his brow and grumbled, "This blasted heat could kill a person."

"I know! It's sweltering!" Hou Xiaotian fanned himself relentlessly, but even the air he stirred was hot