Time flew, and more than half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
The Fighting Association's elite quota was tied to Greenwood City's Martial Combat Tournament to a certain extent, and there were also generous rewards and the Guard Army's official backing.
What had originally been a tournament between a few major martial arts schools was promoted with tremendous fanfare, drawing forces large and small throughout Greenwood City to participate.
Quite a few people even made special trips from nearby small and medium-sized settlements.
During this time, Greenwood City was extraordinarily lively, with foot traffic nearly double what it had been.
Greenwood City was a city-sized settlement, and together with the surrounding small and medium-sized settlements, its population was enormous-at least twenty to thirty million, if not more.
Such a vast population naturally had no shortage of geniuses. Whether they wanted to distinguish themselves in the tournament, claim the rewards, or secure the even more precious elite quota, none would miss this competition.
Many young geniuses rubbed their fists and palms, preparing to take a good placing in the tournament.
Even the Official Students of the Iron Bone Boxing Gym were itching to try, and most of their conversations centered on the approaching tournament.
Unlike everyone else, who waited in anticipation, Lin Sheng remained immersed in condensing Blood Seals inside his residence in the courtyard beside the gym.
He had little interest in this so-called fighting competition. On the contrary, given the choice, he would rather not even step into such a closely watched tournament arena.
He did have some interest in the so-called elite quota.
But that was all.
Securing a place in the elite quota meant receiving preferential resources and training from the Fighting Association.
This was the dream of many geniuses born in Wilderness settlements