"Hmph. Send Vane up for the next match. Tell him I only want Sean dead; he can cut loose and play with the rest."
Having received the King's order, the attendant found Vane, who had been waiting in the resting area all along.
He was a sunny-looking young man dressed impeccably in a tailcoat, wearing a tall top hat and black leather gloves, holding a gold-inlaid cane, with a faint smile always resting on his face.
Yet whenever the attendant saw him, cold sweat would involuntarily bead across his forehead.
"Lord Attendant, it seems His Majesty has run into some trouble."
"Vane, His Majesty commands you to fight. Your opponent is Crown Prince Sean of the Hazy Kingdom. He has already defeated Fan Miu'er and Heize in succession. His Majesty said that Sean only needs to die."
After hearing the attendant's words, Vane set down his cane and removed the leather gloves from his hands.
Beneath the gloves was a pair of hands that would make anyone who saw them marvel in amazement.
He flexed his fingers, the smile on his face growing several shades brighter before he spoke.
"It seems I won't get to experience that genius Sam in the first match. Still, I can use His Highness the Crown Prince here to stretch my muscles."
Watching Vane approach step by step with his gentleman's cane, Chen Cheng truly felt as though he had returned to his previous life, to the time he attended the Nobel Prize ceremony.
Back then, the titans and great masters of the scientific world he had met had dressed like gentlemen, just as Vane did.
But the political suppression that had followed also made Chen Cheng wary of the Vane before him.
Vane removed his hat and gave Chen Cheng a gentlemanly bow.
"Your