"Huo'er, it's your turn. You're the star of this tournament. Everyone else is just a stepping stone. Go on. Show them what a real genius looks like."
In front of the Heavy Peak Martial Hall's seats.
Hall Master Wan Shan patted the proud-looking Wan Huo beside him and offered a smiling reminder.
"Rest assured, Master. I've fully mastered the secret technique you taught me. I won't disappoint you. I only hope this tournament won't be too boring and gives me a little entertainment."
Wan Huo rolled his neck with a faint series of cracks and turned toward the largest arena in the center, a scorching gleam burning in his eyes.
A dark horse had emerged from the Fighter division, someone with the potential to condense high-grade Special Yuan Gang. This had taken everyone by surprise, and even someone as conceited as him couldn't help feeling a little jealous.
As far as he was concerned, with so many eyes on this tournament, he, Wan Huo, should have been the only person at the center of everyone's attention.
Now that it was finally his turn, he would have to show these people what Wan Huo could do.
With that, he leaped toward the arena.
Watching his beloved disciple jump onto the stage, Wan Shan's smile slowly faded.
Just then, Wan Zhong, who had just finished his match, came over with a hand pressed to his shoulder.
His shoulder injury was serious, but thanks to a potent healing potion and his formidable constitution, it was no longer much of a problem.
"Master, I took first place. I should be able to secure an elite quota slot now."
"You have no chance now." Wan Shan shook his head slightly.
"There's only one elite quota slot left, and it can only go to Huo'er."
"How