"You're very impressive too." Silvermane praised him.
"Mr. Silvermane, thank you for your recognition." Luka was deeply moved.
"No, you don't need my recognition. You don't need anyone's recognition."
"Haha... what you said is way too philosophical. I honestly don't really understand it."
"That is fine." Silvermane said solemnly.
"Please remember one thing."
"You are already the embodiment of the beauty of battle."
"That is the truth. Neither victory nor defeat, success nor failure, nor the slander of others can erase it."
"Mm." Luka nodded. "I'll definitely keep that in mind... then go home and try to understand and process it properly, haha."
"Oh, right." Silvermane reminded him.
"I heard there is another contestant in the Martial Arts Ceremony who is skilled with an [Iron Arm]."
"If the two of you were to meet and duel, what a magnificent dance that would be!"
"Huh? Another Iron Arm? Which contestant is it?"
"Farewell, Mr. Luka." Silvermane gave a slight bow, then turned and left the arena.
Some time later.
It was time for another press conference.
As expected, Yan Huan was invited to the venue once again.
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Sitting in his chair, Yan Huan could not help but wonder.
"Why am I here every time? Is this press conference being held just for me?"
No one answered Yan Huan's question. The press officer standing nearby smiled and said.
"First, we deeply regret that contestant Luka has suffered his first defeat. Regarding this match, we have once again invited Coach Yan Huan to answer questions from the press."
"Reporters in attendance, please find suitable positions in the venue, keep your distance, and prepare your questions according to procedure."
"I am sure our reporter friends have prepared many questions, so let us save time and have Coach Yan Huan select a reporter."