"This is..."
"Sterman?"
The Belliman Family looked over and saw a figure both familiar and unfamiliar.
Familiar, because this figure was the patriarch's son. As the patriarch of the Belliman Family, his descendants naturally enjoyed certain privileges and would certainly be known to everyone.
Unfamiliar, because this person had scarcely any presence at all. He was Sterman, the most poorly gifted and dull-witted member of the family. Even the patriarch himself was not particularly familiar with him.
It was indeed Sterman who had spoken. He clenched his fists tightly, gradually calming the turmoil in his heart before saying in a deep voice, "Father, Elders, since Salin has already forfeited, why not let me try? The Belliman Family has yet to win a single match. I truly cannot accept this!"
Sterman could not accept it. As someone considered dull-witted and poorly gifted, he had not even properly mastered the Storm Fist. He was only qualified to watch from the sidelines and had no slot to participate in the family competition at all.
"Haha, Sterman, you want to participate in the family competition too? Do we really need to tell you how strong Kobach is? You haven't even mastered the Storm Fist, yet you want to replace Salin and compete against Kobach?"
The one speaking was a family member who knew Sterman well. The other younger members of the family also burst into laughter. It seemed that the gloom of their defeat in this competition had been swept away the moment they saw Sterman overestimating himself and wanting to take part.
"Hmph, what are you laughing at? You still have the face to laugh?"
An Elder shouted sharply. No matter what, Sterman was the patriarch's son. One only had to look at how grim the patriarch's expression was to know just how