As the few remaining matches continued, spectators still occasionally brought up the battle of "Angel" Warren, who had lost with honor, as well as his opponent Psylocke, who had gone on to suffer such a stifling, powerless defeat in the subsequent semifinals.
Inside the American military's private box, a major serving as an aide-de-camp slowly approached General Ross, holding his military cap as he reported:
"General, during the breaks between matches over the past two days, representatives from Kamar-Taj, Wenwu of the Ten Rings, who has been active in Central Asia, and many ancient families and secret organizations from Europe have all met with James Howlett in succession."
General Thaddeus Ross was in the prime of his life, with a square face and a tall, sturdy build.
His coarse black-and-white crew cut stood straight up, giving him the imposing air typical of a battle-hardened American officer.
General Ross stared at the arena like a hawk. As the light screen displayed another new matchup, his body unconsciously straightened a little more.
".Even the Yashida Family, those Japanese conglomerates who hadn't even received an invitation, somehow found a way to worm their way in. The moment they met him, they kowled and bowed to Mr. Howlett."
".They have all expressed their willingness to take part in the Supernatural Elite Tournament in the future. Aside from the mystics, even more organizations and families hope to send their younger generations to study at the Howlett family's Academy of the Extraordinary."
General Ross finally reacted. The ends of his thick brows twitched as he said in a deep, amused voice:
"Hehehe, the Yashida Family ought to know who set off that 'firework' in Tokyo back then. What was James Howlett's attitude?"
"Mr. Howlett welcomed all parties' desire to compete. As for the Academy of the