A deafening cheer suddenly erupted outside, surging over like a tide.
Chen Cong turned, looking toward the source of the sound, and said in a deep voice, "It seems things have already begun on your grandfather's side."
Chen Xiaojun pressed his lips together lightly and replied with ringing force, "That's right! The Chen Clan has finally stepped onto the true road of setting sail."
The scene shifted to after the battle. The smoke had not yet cleared, and the lingering shockwaves on the battlefield still trembled through the air.
Chief Judge Zhu Yanfeng stepped forward and stood at the focus of everyone's attention, his booming voice piercing through the clamor. "The duel between the Chen Clan's Big Dipper Heavenly Array and Spirit Hall's Holy Son, Qian Daoliu, is a draw!"
Those words struck like thunder, instantly setting the atmosphere ablaze.
Immediately after, a middle-aged man in magnificent robes, refined and gentle in bearing, slowly stepped onto the platform from earlier. He was the Chen Clan's clan leader—Chen Yu.
His pace was neither hurried nor slow, every step calm and composed. Even in such an occasion, nothing could disturb the tranquility within him.
His voice was gentle yet powerful, like a spring breeze brushing over their faces, instantly soothing the excitement of everyone present. "Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend and bear witness."
"Today's youth competition was not only a friendly exchange between our Chen Clan and many young heroes, but also a stage for the younger generation to show themselves and pursue excellence."
When Chen Yu reached this point, he lifted his hand lightly, his gaze sweeping across the entire venue. Every youth who met his eyes felt an inexplicable surge of encouragement.
He continued, his tone filled with expectations for the