Cheers of encouragement echoed constantly, blending with the metallic sound of weapons clashing within the arenas. The scent of food, drinks, and dust mixed with the spiritual mist lingering over the entire complex.
Kyrian walked straight toward the board displaying the upcoming matches, a massive jade screen covered in glowing characters. His eyes quickly found his name.
Kyrian, Arena Six, Eighth Match.
He headed there immediately.
As he walked...
Something interesting happened.
Some people recognized him. First, it was a group of young cultivators who had watched his fight the previous day. Their eyes widened in recognition, and one of them pointed in Kyrian's direction, whispering something to his companions.
"Look!"
"It's him!"
"The lightning youth is here!"
"Kyrian is fighting again!"
