Good Luck? Pull Lu Lin in to Make Up the Numbers

When True Venerable Fire King spoke, a trace of joy appeared on the face of the only Martial Artist who had received a bye.

He was a Martial Artist from Chifeng Martial Arts Hall, and his own strength was nothing special.

He felt incredibly lucky to have gotten a bye this time.

If he kept getting byes round after round, perhaps he could ultimately obtain True Venerable Fire King's legacy.

Although no one present knew who True Venerable Fire King was—not even the Martial Artists from the Revival Society—that didn't stop them from understanding how great he was.

Above the Lord-level powerhouses, the strong were called Emperors. Above the Emperors were the True Venerables.

Anyone whose name or title included the words "True Venerable" was a renowned figure throughout the universe.

Ordinary people could never come into contact with that level, so it was only natural they had never heard of them.

Perhaps the most famous Emperor in the human world was Dog Emperor.

But the True Venerables above the Emperors were all obscure.

"A bye?"

True Venerable Fire King's voice drifted over slowly.

"That won't do. I hate nothing more than scoundrels who rely on luck to advance step by step."

"So, I'll catch you an opponent."

As True Venerable Fire King spoke, the scene outside suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

It was just like a holographic projector: everyone could view the outside world from True Venerable Fire King's perspective.

A hundred meters out—no one.

A kilometer out—no one.

Then someone suddenly realized something was wrong.

If they remembered correctly, Lu Lin was wandering around outside, saying that it was too dangerous in here and that he planned to leave as soon as possible.

Could it be? If True Venerable Fire King dragged Lu Lin back, there probably wasn't