Ronan felt pumped following the announcement by his father , his veins popped right out of his hands as he tightly clutched his fists in anticipation.
These sorts of tournaments were something that was right up his alley and it seemed like this time not only were different nations attending but also 7 of the top 10 sects in the nothern region were going to be there.
It was said that everyone who could join one of these major sects was a prodigy and a specialist of their arts and with a reward as lucrative as the 5000 year old ginseng on the line it was sure to attract a lot of potential fighters.
Ronan did not care about the reward itself but the idea of fighting strong opponents and exciting battles gave him an adrenaline rush as deep down Ronan Draco was a battle junkie at his core.