Gold Dust mixed into the fireworks spread wantonly through the air.
Without the contestants noticing in the slightest, these tiny particles of Gold Dust silently entered their bodies, becoming time bombs hidden within them.
"Gold Dust? It's Gold Dust."
Sabo and Koala's expressions immediately turned extremely grave.
Others might not have known what this Gold Dust signified, but like Issho, the two of them had carefully listened to the story told by that young attendant.
Gold Dust had been secretly mixed into the opening ceremony's fireworks, and the organizer of this martial arts tournament was the notoriously disreputable Gild Tesoro.
Without Issho needing to say more, Sabo and Koala could guess that an enormous conspiracy lay behind this martial arts tournament.
"Damn it!"
"Tezoro really refuses to repent!"
Koala clenched her fists and began condemning him indignantly again:
"Garen already taught him a lesson, yet he still hasn't learned! He's actually plotting schemes behind everyone's backs again?!"
Sabo was much calmer. He immediately asked in a low voice:
"Mr. Issho, what are you planning to do?"
"I still do not know Tezoro's true objective. For now, all I can do is take things one step at a time and act according to the situation once I discover the problem."
Issho pondered briefly, then advised them earnestly:
"I also hope that young Sabo and your companions will not become too focused on competing for victory. Save some strength in case it is needed."
"Understood."
Sabo nodded seriously and promised Issho:
"If the need arises, the four of us will certainly lend you a hand."
"Thank you."
Issho gave a slight nod of acknowledgment and said no more.
Then, looking calm, he slowly walked away and stood apart from Sabo's group, making the two sides appear completely unrelated.
At last, the tournament