The Immortal Palace elder presiding over the individual competition on the stage was doing his utmost to describe this event as an unprecedented grand affair. The lavish praises flowing from his mouth—if the people present weren't so familiar with each other, they might have actually believed it was a friendly match where friendship comes first and competition second.
"What's the point of all this? Isn't it obvious that eighty percent of the people here are just itching to strangle each other as soon as they get off the stage? After this match, it's going to be another round of war!" Zheng Jia Ru, leaning against the railing of the spectator section, chewed gum and spoke disdainfully as he listened to the seemingly endless speech on stage.
