During the journey, Mr. Mel slept soundly.
When he opened his eyes again, he could already see a huge city built from blue bricks.
Inside the city were buildings combining timber and brickwork, strongly Eastern in design. Yet the people here had all kinds of hair colors; it was not all black hair.
As his feet touched the streets, he could feel an ancient, rustic atmosphere.
It was completely different from the architecture of the Kandewen Continent. Even pedestrians on the main roads had sturdy muscles, which was highly unusual.
Even the women hurried along with agile, vigorous strides.
As expected of a continent with the Fighter version unlocked—even ordinary people possessed a powerful martial aura.
A group of children on the street were playing by throwing punches on their own.
Mr. Mel followed the martial arts hall group and returned to the hall with Kiriri.
Within the spacious courtyard stood a bare tree. It was the season when spring buds should have appeared, yet this tree seemed already dead.
There were not many people in the martial arts hall. Including those who had returned from training outside, there were only thirteen in total.
An energetic old man sat in a reclining chair. Looking at the disciples who had returned, he asked, "Has anyone taken that step?"
"Master, not yet. Even training on Kalong Snow Mountain, I still couldn't take that step." Arian lowered his head and stepped forward with an apologetic expression.
They all knew what this tournament meant. If they could not win this tournament, the martial arts hall would be shut down.
Because they had failed to achieve good results in the Martial Arts Tournament, they had not recruited any students for a long time.
Only after asking about his disciples' training did the old man shift