Inside a luxurious private box suspended above the Martial Arts Arena, a handsome young man with a tall, striking bearing stared at the match information before him.
His vertical pupils reflected a cold golden gleam in the light of the screen.
"Did you do as I asked?"
Behind him, an attendant bowed in reply, his posture utterly deferential.
"Young Master, rest assured. This is the 'Yama' you specifically asked us to find. The East Continent Alliance will still do our Sky Python Clan this favor."
The attendant paused, then continued explaining, "Of the twenty-eight extra slots this time, some have also been given to a few other clans on friendly terms with us. Everything is under control."
The coldness on the face of the young man known as the "Young Master" eased slightly.
He returned to the enormous one-way window and looked down over the vast Martial Arts Arena, seemingly searching the packed crowd for the figure named Chen Yan.
Yama... no, Chen Yan.
At the thought of that name, White Dragon couldn't help sinking into his memories.
That bizarre punch in the last Ranked Match had been utterly unadorned, yet carried an unreasonable, terrifying force. It had shattered the almost innate belief in his own invincibility as the young master of the Sky Python Clan.
It was a humiliation, one he had to wash away with his opponent's utter defeat.
"I will crush you completely before everyone's eyes!"
White Dragon swore to himself, vengeance burning in his vertical pupils.
Before long, the data streams throughout the space began to twist. The scene shifted, and he and Chen Yan appeared at the center of one of the enormous arenas, a hundred meters apart, facing each other.
Besides their match, seven other duels were unfolding simultaneously in different arenas.
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