Despite being only five years old, Song Dabai's small figure is inconspicuous among a bunch of adults, but he packs quite a punch.
He raised the two small sticks in his hand and forcefully struck the center of the large drum.
Bong—
Bong—
A staff member noticed how cute he looked with his exquisite little face that seemed sculpted by a top-tier craftsman, resembling a porcelain doll.
"Wow, what an adorable little boy!"
The staff member was a young girl in her early twenties, naturally delighted to see such an adorable kid.
Her eyes sparkled like stars, clearly tempted to scoop Song Dabai up and give him a peck.
"Little friend, are you here to challenge the arena master? Oh, let me check your information."
The girl retrieved the form Song Dabai had filled out earlier and read aloud:
