Goodbye Master

May 7.

Outside the Feathers Sports Stadium in the DC District of the Imperial Capital, the place was packed and roaring with noise.

Wearing a Duckbill Cap and a mask, Jiang Xiao held an overpriced ticket bought from a scalper and slowly shuffled forward with the crowd.

Every so often, Jiang Xiao took out his admission ticket to study the portraits printed on it.

Jiang Xiao had never expected Zhao Wenlong to choose this path after graduating from university.

"Open-weight combat" referred to a style of fighting with no restrictions whatsoever. Fighting styles, weight classes, age, and gender were all irrelevant here.

The Ultimate Star Warrior Championship was the highest-level fighting tournament in the country.

First, it had to be made clear that this was an entertainment event prepared for the audience.

However, within the category of "entertainment events," the Ultimate Star Warrior Championship was already the competition closest to a "fight to the death."

Jiang Xiao lowered his head and looked at the image of Zhao Wenlong tearing at his hand wraps on the admission ticket. Clearly, the portrait continued the style used for the World Cup portraits.

It was said that Zhao Wenlong had entered the professional league in February of this year. In three months, he had fought two matches and achieved an impressive record of two victories.

"Ah..." Jiang Xiao let out a deep sigh. Zhao Wenlong's opponent in this match was a female fighter, thirty-two years old and in her prime. Apparently, she was a formidable opponent at the Star River Peak Stage.

Jiang Xiao fell into deep conflict—not for his own sake, but for Zhao Wenlong's.

If he wanted a real battle, various armies had already extended invitations to Zhao Wenlong. Why had he not gone? If Zhao Wenlong merely wanted to spar and