The sun was setting in the late afternoon, casting a lovely golden hue over the Grand Competition Grounds.
In this warm illumination, the fractured stone stages shimmered, reflecting the dust and raw qi haze that had settled after hours of unyielding combat. The sharp metallic scent of spilt blood intertwined with a delicate hint of blood essence, adding to the intense ambiance.
Every breath carried the battle blood.
Though many matches had already concluded, the energy of the arena had only grown more intense. The crowd was not tired. If anything, anticipation heightened, hands tight like a bowstring ready to snap.
All eyes lifted as the Grey Shadow Hall elder drifted into position above the grounds. His presence alone rippled through the air. The folds of his dark robe fluttered in air with measured rhythm, and the pressure of his cultivation stirred the wind into silence.
"One final match remains before the Top Ten are chosen," he declared, his voice calm yet undeniable.
