Mike left the hall. Meanwhile, Theodore had fallen. The first round of the Wild Martial Contest was over!
The participants from all over the world stared as Mike departed.
Could it be that he was about to become the king? Although they have no choice but to admit that Mike was strong and had remarkable talents, they could not bring themselves to congratulate him on his success. Probably because they were smoldered with jealousy. They had traveled over from places far away and the members of their respective sects had high expectations for them. Hence, they were filled with anticipation when they first set foot over here. However, it turned out that someone had stolen their limelight and they were nothing but mere spectators, watching as someone entered the next round.
"Maste
